From Cymbeline (4.2.51-56):
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
The smile, mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
From Cymbeline (4.2.51-56):
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
The smile, mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
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