Saturday, February 3, 2018

Olivia by William Shakespeare

Olivia

Duke. O, when mine eyes did see Olivia
first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence;
That instant was I turned into a hart:
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.

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