
written by William Shakespeare
BOLINGBROKE "O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus'
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast,
Or wollow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
O no, the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more
Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore."
Act I Scene III
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