sir i love you
more than words can wield the matter
he always loved
our sister most
pray you…
if our father carry authority with dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us
his knights grow
riotous, and himself upbraids in every trifle
idle old
man
now, by my life,
old fools are babes again, and must be us’d with checks as flatteries
put on what
weary negligence you please
i’ll write straight
to my sister to hold my very course
gonerils opinion of albany
the milky gentleness