Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight


The Plays of William Shakespeare (ed. 1813)


Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight