So many miseries have craz'd my voice,
That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.


The Works of Shakespeare (ed. 1753)


So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.