“How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.”
― A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.”
― A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― The Tempest
― The Tempest
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