Quotes by William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece

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Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator. — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator. — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator. — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator. — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator. — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator. — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without orator. — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a we — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a we — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a we — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a we — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a we — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a we — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a we — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it f — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it f — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it f — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it f — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it f — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it f — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece
Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it f — William Shakespeare, The Rape of Lucrece