Flower

Pericles, [1.1.125-134]. Pericles. “If it be true that I interpret false,/ Then were it certain you were not so bad/ As with foul incest to abuse your soul;/ Where now you’re both a father and a son,/ by your untimely claspings with your child,/ Which pleasures fits a husband, not a father,/ And she an eater of her mother’s flesh,/ By the defiling of her parent’s bed;/ And both like serpents are, who, though thy feed/ on sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.”

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