And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing, a local habitation and a name – William Shakespeare
Have you thy gluttony satisfied
Murderous deceitful allies?
Have you thy thirst lessened finally?
Then let my past live again
or this noon, beside his tomb I shall hang
O’ tomorow’s joy
Gladden my pitiful chest with rest
And grant me one selfish wish!
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