ocr: aa Picture Encryption Nowi is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son ofYork. And. all the clouds that loured upon tourl house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now. are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up. for monuments, our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, our dreadtul marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front, and now--instead of mounting barbed: steeds tol fright the: souls offearful adversaries-He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to thel lascivious pleasing of a lute. Butl I, that am ...
