And pity, like a new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed. Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
William ShakespeareAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright, Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 26, 1564
- Died: April 23, 1616
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