De quem os seus não esquece,
Do remorso,—do peccado.
CANTIGA QUARTA
You do me wrong, to take me out o’the grave:—
Thou art a soul of bliss: but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.
Shakspeare.
De quem os seus não esquece,
Do remorso,—do peccado.
You do me wrong, to take me out o’the grave:—
Thou art a soul of bliss: but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.
Shakspeare.