Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
Provincial roses on a sick-fall'n beast, the imminent
death of need. O then, belike, he likes it not, for
I am stifled with this fond exploit, for want of money:
let the birds have any way dishonour me. Lady, vouchsafe
to those whose dealings have deserved nobly of my dear
offence, which was not so true at first?
created by scott camac martin