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Wenke Fronsdal


Premium (World), miltenberg

Grillparty

Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, called you children,
You owe me no subscription: then, let fall
Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man."

- William Shakespeare, King Lear, 3.2.14

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