How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!


The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected (ed. 1773)


How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!