Tuesday, May 03, 2011

from the Archives: Famished Craving - Part 57

Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida Act 3 scene 3

That no man is the lord of any thing,
Though in and of him there be much consisting,
Till he communicate his parts to others:
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them form'd in the applause
Where they're extended; who, like an arch,reverberates
The voice again, or, like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat.

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