Sailing - photo by Fernando Costa
HIPPOLYTA
In ’s bosom.
We have been soldiers, and we cannot weep
When our friends don their helms or put to sea,
Or tell of babes broached on the
lance, or women
That have sod their infants in—and after ate them—
The brine they wept at killing ’em. Then if
You stay to see of us such spinsters, we
Should hold you here forever
In ’s bosom.
We have been soldiers, and we cannot weep
When our friends don their helms or put to sea,
Or tell of babes broached on the
lance, or women
That have sod their infants in—and after ate them—
The brine they wept at killing ’em. Then if
You stay to see of us such spinsters, we
Should hold you here forever
William Shakespeare
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