O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland - Strona 310 autor: Abraham Mills - 1851 Pełny widok -
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