You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate. As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize. As the dead carcasses of unburied men. That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!
William ShakespeareAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright, Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 26, 1564
- Died: April 23, 1616
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