How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
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RispondiEliminapotrei vivere in un guscio di noce
e sentirmi padrone di spazi infiniti
se non fosse che faccio brutti sogni