I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon... The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George ... - Page 226 by William Shakespeare - 1807 Full view -
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