Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Much ado about nothing. The marchant of Venice. Love's labour lost. As you ... - 324. oldal
szerző: William Shakespeare - 1747
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