Oberon Cupid all armed. A certain aim he took At a fair vestal thronèd by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon, And the imperial vot’ress passèd on In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4965
Hamlet For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Read more about popup_note_index_item 4846
Hamlet Tweaks me by th' nose, gives me the lie i'th' throat As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Read more about popup_note_index_item 4844
