ๅคฉๆไธ็ง่ฎฐไฝใ古文小说网ใๅฐๅ๏ผwww.kadensya.net
thy takes๏ผ
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear๏ผ
To grunt and sweat under a weary life๏ผ
But that the dread o
ๆดๅคๅ ๅฎนๅ ่ฝฝไธญ...่ฏท็จๅ...
ๆฌ็ซๅชๆฏๆๆๆบๆต่งๅจ่ฎฟ้ฎ๏ผ่ฅๆจ็ๅฐๆญคๆฎต่ฝ๏ผไปฃ่กจ็ซ ่ๅ ๅฎนๅ ่ฝฝๅคฑ่ดฅ๏ผ่ฏทๅ ณ้ญๆต่งๅจ็้ ่ฏปๆจกๅผใ็ ่ฏปๆจกๅผใๅฐ่ฏดๆจกๅผ๏ผไปฅๅๅ ณ้ญๅนฟๅๅฑ่ฝๅ่ฝ๏ผๆๅคๅถ็ฝๅๅฐๅ ถไปๆต่งๅจ้ ่ฏป๏ผ