Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close. — William Wycherley
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Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes, But only death the jealous eyes can close.

— William Wycherley
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