my Cordelia
...my Cordelia
The gods themselves throw incense.
...
Wipe thine eyes;
The good-years shall devour them, flesh and fell,
Ere they shall make us weep
The gods themselves throw incense.
...
Wipe thine eyes;
The good-years shall devour them, flesh and fell,
Ere they shall make us weep
-
King Lear
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