Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours... Much ado about nothing. The marchant of Venice. Love's labour lost. As you ... - 第 65 頁 William Shakespeare 著 - 1747 完整檢視 - 關於此書
