Monday, February 15, 2016

Post 2.15.2016.7

Belarius:  You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so
These herblets shall, which we upon you strew,
Come on, away; apart upon our knees.
The ground that gave them first has them again;
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.

Act IV, Scene ii

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