 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's...  The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare - 第 26 頁William Shakespeare 著 - 1813完整檢視 - 關於此書
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...body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors 10 That feelingly persuade me what I am. ' Sweet are...jewel in his head: And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every... | |
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