Borachio
Way past lunacy
- Joined
- Jan 31, 2012
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Oooh. Measure for measure. A difficult play.
It is true.
I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing and to jest,
Tongue far from heart, play with all virgins so:
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted;
By your renouncement an immortal spirit,
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a saint.