Note 23 — BOOK VIII.
Rowland Smith translation
"For, oh, Love's bow, Shoots buck and doe; The shaft confounds, Not that it wounds, But tickles still the sore." Troilus and Cressida.
Rowland Smith translation
"For, oh, Love's bow, Shoots buck and doe; The shaft confounds, Not that it wounds, But tickles still the sore." Troilus and Cressida.