She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — William Shakespeare
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She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

— William Shakespeare
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