Pale as the white
satin of his doublet, the melancholy king watches with dreamy treacherous
eyes too loyal Strafford pass forth to his doom, and Andrea as
he hears the cousins whistle in the garden, and bids his perfect wife go
down.
satin of his doublet, the melancholy king watches with dreamy treacherous
eyes too loyal Strafford pass forth to his doom, and Andrea as
he hears the cousins whistle in the garden, and bids his perfect wife go
down.
Oscar Wilde
