Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the...
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ... - Page 207
by William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829
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