His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now... Hamlet. Macbeth. King Lear. Julius Caesar. Merchant of Venice - Strana 52 autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1899 Úplné zobrazení -
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