plagues Glo. There is a cliff, whofe high and bending head Looks fearfully on the confined deep: Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the mifery thou doft bear, With fomething rich about me. From that place I fhall no leading need. Edg....
Troilus and Cressida. Cymbeline. King Lear - Page 426
by William Shakespeare - 1773
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