The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumen2 |
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8 66 and the green corn Hath rotted , ere his youth attain'd a beard : ] So , in our author's 12th Sonnet : " And summer's green , all girded up in sheaves , " Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard . " Malone .
8 66 and the green corn Hath rotted , ere his youth attain'd a beard : ] So , in our author's 12th Sonnet : " And summer's green , all girded up in sheaves , " Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard . " Malone .
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