Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
Laocoon; Or The Limits of Poetry and Painting - Page 242
by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing - 1836 - 373 pages
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