O, my offence is rank: it smells to heaven
(III.iii.)
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days
(III.iii.)
Words without thoughts never to heaven go
(III.iii.)
O, my offence is rank: it smells to heaven
(III.iii.)
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days
(III.iii.)
Words without thoughts never to heaven go
(III.iii.)
