there’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
nay, her foot speaks. her wanton spirits look out
at every joint and motive of her body.
william shakespeare, troilus and cressida, 4.5.54-57
nay, her foot speaks. her wanton spirits look out
at every joint and motive of her body.
william shakespeare, troilus and cressida, 4.5.54-57
She moves in mysterious ways...
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