How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
The Works of Shakspeare: From the Text of Johnson, Steevens, and Reed - Page 147
by William Shakespeare - 1825 - 896 pages
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