True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs... The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello - Seite 136 von William Shakespeare - 1768 Vollansicht -
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