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 Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well ... - Page 21
by William Shakespeare - 1768
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