The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; ’tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch’d.
The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; ’tis
The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; ’tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch’d.
