O proud death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast, struck?
O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast, struck?
O proud death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast, struck?
O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast, struck?