Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget
The pale, unripened beauties of the north.


Act I, scene iv. - Cato, A Tragedy (1713)


Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.

Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.

Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.

Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.