All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself.
All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself.
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