By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might... Madness the Rage; Or, Memoirs of a Man Without a Name ... - Page 107 by Madness - 1810 Full view -
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