
Cervantes Saavedra
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Cervantes Saavedra · 2 chapters
And as I strive to body forth the tale Of all I suffer, all that thou hast done, Forth shall the dread voice roll, and bear along Shreds from my vitals torn for greater pain.
Can there be hope where fear is? Were it well, When far more certain are the grounds of fear?
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