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"All the infections that the sun sucks up"
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marco
2017-09-01 03:05:29 UTC
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Caliban - II ii 1

The Tempest


All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin—shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.


William Shakespeare
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2017-09-03 15:57:15 UTC
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marco
2017-10-11 03:37:10 UTC
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