Book: Richard III. Page 1
Stole - not the reproaches of conscience, swore, would, not conscience, shame, would have slept with his neighbor's wife can not, conscience will not allow it. It's kind of like spirit with a red face of shame, which revolt at the person inside. And everyone tries to perch on your leg.
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MegaMozg 10-08-2018 / 00:06
Proud of their titles of princes,
But the brilliance outside, Roy worries inside:
They prestasi dreaming unfaithful
Are pushed into the abyss of true disasters.
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MegaMozg 10-08-2018 / 00:05
So what's the difference from the mob of gentlemen?
Nothing, since gloss not to take into account.
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MegaMozg 10-08-2018 / 00:04
Yes, grief knows no calendar
And no hours: day, night - it's all the same.
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MegaMozg 10-08-2018 / 00:03
Fixing the robbery, I shout the first: "Rob!"
Your secret plan implementing,
I have to put the blame on others.
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MegaMozg 10-08-2018 / 00:02
Il honest, harmless person
Can't live in peace, so over it
Not humiliated deceitful rogues?
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MegaMozg 09-08-2018 / 23:03
About the evil lies in the guise of kindness!
Vice, ndishishi the mask of virtue!
He is the son - and thus my shame.
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MegaMozg 05-07-2017 / 21:27
You expect mercy? Shame?
And you and I merciful?
To kill my hopes ashamed?
I destitute mercilessly,
To life shame is doomed.
Bristles and my grief to shame.
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MegaMozg 02-07-2017 / 14:15
You muppet! Rolling pins of my Majesty?
Why feed the spider
In whose wide web soon you'll end up?
Ah, stupid! You sharpen the knife
Will kill you. Yet the day will come
And you ask me curses
Lopsided for poisonous frogs.
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MegaMozg 02-07-2017 / 14:12
Oh yeah. But for me the bitter exile,
Than death itself, since here she comes.
I husband's number for you and son.
(Elizabeth) And for you a crown. - And for you -
The duty of citizens. All the sorrows mine
Rightfully - yours. Joy is your
Stolen shamelessly from me.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2017 / 21:03
Yes, little joy to be Queen.
I am the Queen, of the joys I do.
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Well, looking at me, you don't tremble,
As subjects of the Queen,
Before the ousted rebels?
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MegaMozg 01-07-2017 / 20:24
Don't know what to say. The world was crushed.
The eagles have nowhere to sit, sparrows - freedom.
When clowns crept in nobles,
Nobles remains to go into buffoons.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2017 / 20:18
With me you will not leave?
- You all enough?
Learning from you how to flatter, say:
Voobrazit that have already said goodbye.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2017 / 20:15
Stand up, hypocrite. I wish death,
But not force me to be an executioner.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2017 / 20:12
How! Are you trembling? Fear you have overcome?
Alas! Don't blame you: you people
Blinding people's view of Satan.
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MegaMozg 01-07-2017 / 20:03
