To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds. His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and... The works of William Shakespeare, the text revised by A. Dyce - Page 266 by William Shakespeare - 1864 Full view -
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