Cold Curses
Well could I curse away a winter’s night.
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene ii

Well could I curse away a winter’s night.
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene ii
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