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 what... The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes - עמוד 196 מאת William Shakespeare, Joseph Rann - 1787 תצוגה מלאה -
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