"Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease;
and I know not what use to put her to but to make a
lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I
warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
Poland winter; if she lives till doomsday,
she'll burn a week longer than the whole world."
This was from The Comedy of Errors. Sorry for the lengthy delay, but there is now a new quote up!
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1 comment:
ooh, I know this one! They have a new album out.
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