Soule của tôi, Poore soule ngươi nói về mọi thứ
My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.
Thomas Kyd, The Spanish Tragedy
Soule của tôi, Poore soule ngươi nói về mọi thứ
My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.
Thomas Kyd, The Spanish Tragedy