Showing posts with label A L Tennyson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A L Tennyson. Show all posts
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Search Poor Fool
Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.