If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona - עמוד 8
מאת William Shakespeare - 1788
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