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 There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.  The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... - Página 131 por William Shakespeare - 1793 Vista completa -
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