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Page xxxiv
... hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit : and the flat stone , covering the grave , holds out , in very irregular characters , a supplication to the reader , with the promise of a blessing and the menace of a curse : Good ...
... hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit : and the flat stone , covering the grave , holds out , in very irregular characters , a supplication to the reader , with the promise of a blessing and the menace of a curse : Good ...
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... hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here cease more ques- tions ...
... hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here cease more ques- tions ...
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... hath such senses As we have , such ; This gallant , which thou seest , Was in the wreck ; and but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'st call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows , And ...
... hath such senses As we have , such ; This gallant , which thou seest , Was in the wreck ; and but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'st call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows , And ...
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... hath raised the wall and houses too . Ant . What impossible matter will he make easy next ? Seb . I think , he will carry this island home in his pocket , and give it his son for an apple . Ant . And sowing the kernels of it in the sea ...
... hath raised the wall and houses too . Ant . What impossible matter will he make easy next ? Seb . I think , he will carry this island home in his pocket , and give it his son for an apple . Ant . And sowing the kernels of it in the sea ...
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... hath cause to wet the grief on ' t . Alon , ' Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd otherwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between loathness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd ...
... hath cause to wet the grief on ' t . Alon , ' Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd otherwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd , between loathness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd ...
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Page xxxii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature ; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions and gentle expressions...