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William Shakespeare

King Henry VIII

  • Bardolatorцитируетв прошлом году
    That little thought, when she set footing here,
    She should have bought her dignities so dear.
  • Bardolatorцитируетв прошлом году
    Orpheus with his lute made trees,
    And the mountain tops that freeze,
    Bow themselves when he did sing:
    To his music plants and flowers
    Ever sprung; as sun and showers
    There had made a lasting spring.
    Every thing that heard him play,
    Even the billows of the sea,
    Hung their heads, and then lay by.
    In sweet music is such art,
    Killing care and grief of heart
    Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
  • Bardolatorцитируетв прошлом году
    And, if you can be merry then, I'll say
    A man may weep upon his wedding-day.
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