Play · Tragedy (play) · TragedyGive me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t' have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.George ChapmanThe Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron · 1608★ 3.5
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