Poetry & Verse
Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
By William ShakespeareSource: William Shakespeare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)101 words
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head...
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
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