Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds...
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... - Page 352
by William Shakespeare - 1793
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