”Seems,” madam—nay it is, I know not “seems”
(I.ii.)
O God, God,
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
(I.ii.)
Frailty, thy name is Woman
(I.ii.)
”Seems,” madam—nay it is, I know not “seems”
(I.ii.)
O God, God,
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
(I.ii.)
Frailty, thy name is Woman
(I.ii.)
