There
is no certain princess that appears;
You’ll
not be perjured, ‘tis a hateful thing;
Tush,
none but minstrels like of sonneting!
-Berowne
Love’s Labour’s Lost Act IV, Scene iii, Line 154
What have we here?
I’ve no idear.
Mojo and me – Exploring William Shakespeare's works, one random line at a time.
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