My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.
—William Shakespeare
Nought’s had, all’s spent, where our desire is got without content.
Dame los puñales; los que duermen y los muertos no son sino sombras; únicamente los ojos de los niños tiemblan ante una estampa del diablo.
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