What a letter do you think you have written me I could make bold to say, that never did she who bore me and nurst me, write anything SO delightful, so honey-sweet. And this does not come of your fine style and eloquence: otherwise not my mother only, but all who breathe.'
Σημείο: ¶527 Άδεια: Public domain · Πηγή Το κείμενο δίνεται όπως στην έκδοση, χωρίς αλλαγές.