Anonymous ID: bdf45e Dec. 8, 2018, 7:47 a.m. No.4213124   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>4213087

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

And what strength I have’s mine own,

Which is most faint. Now, ’tis true,

I must be here confined by you,

But release me from my bands

10With the help of your good hands.

Gentle breath of yours my sails

Must fill, or else my project fails,

Which was to please. Now I want

Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,

15And my ending is despair,

Unless I be relieved by prayer,

Which pierces so that it assaults

Mercy itself and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardoned be,

20Let your indulgence set me free.

 

-Shakespeare, The Tempest