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Cream and Sugar

Spring (2017)

Excerpt from The Rape of Lucrece written by Shakespeare. 

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“What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?” 

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Stoneware 

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