Pray you, stand farther from me
Die a beggar
Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before did violate so itself
Thou didst drink the stale of horses and the guilded puddle which beasts would cough at
O slave, of no more trust than love that's hir'd
Slave, souless villain, dog ! O rarely base!
In their thick breaths, rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded, and forc'd to drink their vapour
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment