” Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish,/ A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,/ A towered citadel, a pendent rock,/ A forked mountain, or blue promontory/ With trees upon’t that nod unto the world/ And mock our eyes with air.”; Antony, Antony and Cleopatre, IV-15, William Shakespeare.









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