Thursday, November 20, 2014

Post 11.20.2014.7

Enobarbus:  Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.

Act II, Scene 2

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