tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother...
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ... - Page 415
by William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829
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