Sunday, March 13, 2016

from Macbeth

from Act 1, Scene 6
by William Shakespeare


This guest of summer
The temple-haunting martlet does approve
By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.

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