If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would... The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin ... - Seite 102 von William Shakespeare - 1808 - 204 Seiten Vollansicht -
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