And now my charms are all oerthrown And what strength I haves mine own Which is most faint; now tis true I must here be released by you But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults As you from your crimes would pardond be Let your indulgence set me free. W. Shakespeare, The Tempest youtube/watch?v=sc5WPpqn13k
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 05:32:21 +0000
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