Ivy

The Tempest, [1.2.79-87]. Prosp. “Being once perfected how to grant suits,/ How to deny them, who t’advance and who/ to trash for overtopping, new created/ The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang’d ’em,/ Or else new form’d ’em; having both the key/ Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ th’ state/ To what tune pleas’d his ear, that now he was/ The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,/ And suck’d my verdure out on’t.”

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