Nature, my goddess;
I stand in the plague of custom and of nations -
I am fourteen moon-shines.
Dimensions of nature
take fierce, dull, stale, tired land:
Our Father's love is the ******* word,
my legitimate invention.
I grow; I prosper now.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 4:00 PM UTC
Nature, my goddess;
I stand in the plague of custom and of nations -
I am fourteen moon-shines.
Dimensions of nature
take fierce, dull, stale, tired land:
Our Father's love is the ******* word,
my legitimate invention.
I grow; I prosper now.
Found in King Lear, Act I Scene ii
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