O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
William ShakespeareWeariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
William ShakespeareO, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
William ShakespeareWeariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
William Shakespeare