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Gratis
William Shakespeare

King Henry VIII

  • Bardolatorhar citeretsidste år
    That little thought, when she set footing here,
    She should have bought her dignities so dear.
  • Bardolatorhar citeretsidste år
    Orpheus with his lute made trees,
    And the mountain tops that freeze,
    Bow themselves when he did sing:
    To his music plants and flowers
    Ever sprung; as sun and showers
    There had made a lasting spring.
    Every thing that heard him play,
    Even the billows of the sea,
    Hung their heads, and then lay by.
    In sweet music is such art,
    Killing care and grief of heart
    Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
  • Bardolatorhar citeretsidste år
    And, if you can be merry then, I'll say
    A man may weep upon his wedding-day.
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