Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
William ShakespeareAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright, Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 26, 1564
- Died: April 23, 1616
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