37. Fetters of Gold
Why gird a jewel with a pound of gold?
Poor Sardonyx, 'tis smothered I declare!
Nay, Zoilus, a finger cannot bear
The weight you bore upon your leg of old.
Poor Sardonyx, 'tis smothered I declare!
Nay, Zoilus, a finger cannot bear
The weight you bore upon your leg of old.
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