Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion... The Works of William Shakespeare - 第 154 頁William Shakespeare 著 - 1812完整檢視
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...the ordinary course of nature is seasonable? Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 12, 27 (2nd century) 1 1 So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then. William Shakespeare, Sonnet, 146 12 Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that...