No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself... The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the ... - Seite 45 von Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 Vollansicht -
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