Book: Antony and Cleopatra. Page 2

I want music, the bitter food,
What nourishes us, slaves of love.

What would you do with a Caesar game
Nor was the play - probably going to lose.

It does not power years. Not bores you
Diversity forever.
While other Presidium,
The more she excites hunger,
The less makes you hungry.
It even unbridled lust -
Rite.

Funny I would be if I got angry -
Besides at you for nothing.
Even funnier, I would be condemning
Actions that do not have at all
Bearing to me.

Show Forbearance to each other.
A bitter dispute over trifles
Reopen and not heal.
So, please, high counterparts,
To your question, of patients concerning the places
Was soft: that anger is not marred
Current Affairs.

Any time suitable for the solution of
Overdue cases.

But often we ask self harm
And the gods wisely reject the request
Saving us. So sometimes for the good
And a futile plea.

Then was
The girl I was inexperienced, immature;
Was cold my blood then.

Welcome to the only leisure
He was filled with unbridled debauchery,
Plates hangover and dorsal tabes.
But to waste hours
Which, as a hollow drum,
Tebogo beat about the needs of the state!

I would assume that you embodied
All the madness, if I didn't know,
What folly it is to be your.

The country is sick of the stagnation, it seems to her
What will heal her coup.

Born of the unrest in the nation from the dual power.

Madness to give in to seduction
Clitorectomy mouth.

To those people that inspire us with fear,
We can't have a great deal of love.