Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour ... - Strana 298
autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1773
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