Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know... The plays of william shakespeare. - Pagina 41 de William Shakespeare - 1765 Vizualizare completă -
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