There's not a hair
Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet,
It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither;
The journey is not long.
Act IV, sc. ii. - The Broken Heart (c. 1625-33)
There's not a hair
Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet,
It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither;
The journey is not long.
Act IV, sc. ii. - The Broken Heart (c. 1625-33)