My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.


Hamlet, I, iv, 81

William Shakespeare Quotes

My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.