The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say "This is no flattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what... The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies ... - Seite 106 von William Shakespeare - 1772 Vollansicht -
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