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... house , Acquaint my mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the King That which I durft not fpeak . His prefent . gift Shall furnish me to those Italian field's , Where noble fellows ftrike . War is no ftrife + ...
... house , Acquaint my mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the King That which I durft not fpeak . His prefent . gift Shall furnish me to those Italian field's , Where noble fellows ftrike . War is no ftrife + ...
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... house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court in ...
... house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court in ...
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... house . Hel . I humbly thank you : Please it this matron , and this gentle maid To eat with us to - night , the charge and thanking Shall be for me : and to requite you further , I will beftow fome precepts on this virgin Worthy the ...
... house . Hel . I humbly thank you : Please it this matron , and this gentle maid To eat with us to - night , the charge and thanking Shall be for me : and to requite you further , I will beftow fome precepts on this virgin Worthy the ...
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... house , and fhew the lafs I fpoke of . 1 Lord . But you say she's honeft . you Ber . That's all the fault ; I ipoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind ...
... house , and fhew the lafs I fpoke of . 1 Lord . But you say she's honeft . you Ber . That's all the fault ; I ipoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind ...
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... house , Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the greatest obloquy i ' th ' world In me to lofe . Dia . Mine honour's fuch a ring : My chastity's the jewel of our house , Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the ...
... house , Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the greatest obloquy i ' th ' world In me to lofe . Dia . Mine honour's fuch a ring : My chastity's the jewel of our house , Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the ...
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Page 324 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.