And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation,...
The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy ... - Pągina 226
per William Shakespeare - 1805
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