Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Post 11.19.2014.20

Pompey:  But all the charms of love,
Salt Cleopatra, soften thy wan'd lip!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Tie up the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite,
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his  honour
Eve till a Lethe'd dulness!

Act II, Scene 1

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