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“So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,/And, Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.”

Shakespeare Sonnet #146 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [Why feed’st] these rebel powers that thee array? Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so … Continue reading

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