... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough... The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... - Page 157 by William Shakespeare - 1771 Full view -
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