“Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal”
Shakespeare. “Act One: Scene One: Lines 209-212.” A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
“Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal”
Shakespeare. “Act One: Scene One: Lines 209-212.” A Midsummer Night’s Dream.