Electric Shakespeare
Confusing, amusing, genius!
There no posts dispatch'd for Ireland?
How shall I swear to love?
She is dead. 'Twere false, if it take right, in spite of Burgundy and all shall be well. When clouds appear, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerly seek how to choose a man?
How shall I swear to love?
She is dead. 'Twere false, if it take right, in spite of Burgundy and all shall be well. When clouds appear, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerly seek how to choose a man?
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