12th night

II.iv.75 Now, the melancholy god protect thee, and  the tailor make thy doublet of changeable  taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.  I would  have men of such constancy put to sea, that  their business might be everything and their  intent everywhere; for that’s it that always  makes a good voyage of nothing. HüzünlerContinue reading “12th night”