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... The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of ... - Seite 26 von William Shakespeare - 1768 Vollansicht -
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