The high sea - photo - Fernando Costa
How mighty then you are, O, hear me tell!
The broken bosoms that to me belong
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I pour your ocean all among:
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your
victory us all congest,
As compound love to physic your cold breast.
The broken bosoms that to me belong
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I pour your ocean all among:
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your
victory us all congest,
As compound love to physic your cold breast.
William Shakespeare
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