# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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Winter's Tale
[IV, 4]

Perdita

1861

Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts
In every mess have folly and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired, sworn, I think,
To show myself a glass.