Sighing like a furnace, with woeful balladMade to his mistress eyebrow
lover
A Soldier
I want RESPECT!!!
Full of strange oath and bearded like a pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrelseeking the bubble reputation, even in the cannon's mouth
In fair round belly, with good capon linedWith eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances,and so he plays his part: the six age shifts into the lean.
The justice
What has happen here?
Second childishness
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shrank -, and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound: last Scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
why is there a lot of dirt?
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