Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted... Measure for measure. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Love's labour lost - 429 ページ William Shakespeare 著 - 1766 全文表示 -
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