Quote #35

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, - Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, - mud from a muddy spring, - Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.

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  1. The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it.
  2. A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.
  3. I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
  4. First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes, and then our fears - and when These are dead, the debt is due, Dust claims dust - and we die …
  5. Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.
  6. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlip…
  7. Hell is a city much like London - A populous and smoky city.
  8. Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry: we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless host Of syl…

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