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... hast ne're a tear To weepe with her that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herselfe to chere Them up with comforts cordiall . Her love shall live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne're a teare to shed . " 101 Elizabeth , the poet's ...
... hast ne're a tear To weepe with her that wept with all ? That wept , yet set herselfe to chere Them up with comforts cordiall . Her love shall live , her mercy spread , When thou hast ne're a teare to shed . " 101 Elizabeth , the poet's ...
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... Hast built thyselfe a lasting Monument : For whil'st , to th ' shame of slow - endevouring Art , Thy easie numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Booke Those Delphicke Lines with deep Impression tooke ...
... Hast built thyselfe a lasting Monument : For whil'st , to th ' shame of slow - endevouring Art , Thy easie numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Booke Those Delphicke Lines with deep Impression tooke ...
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... hast thou advis'd : And , that thou mayst perceive how well I like it , The execution of it shall make known : Even with the speediest expedition , I will despatch him to the emperor's court . PAN . To - morrow , may it please you , Don ...
... hast thou advis'd : And , that thou mayst perceive how well I like it , The execution of it shall make known : Even with the speediest expedition , I will despatch him to the emperor's court . PAN . To - morrow , may it please you , Don ...
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... Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . SPEED . Why , sir , I know her not . VAL . Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet know'st her not ? SPEED . Is she not hard favoured , sir ? VAL . Not so fair , boy , as well ...
... Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . SPEED . Why , sir , I know her not . VAL . Dost thou know her by my gazing on her , and yet know'st her not ? SPEED . Is she not hard favoured , sir ? VAL . Not so fair , boy , as well ...
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... hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale ( 5 ) with a Christian : Wilt thou go ? SPEED . At thy service . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . - The same . A Room in the Palace . Enter PROTEUS . PRO . To leave my Julia , shall I be ...
... hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale ( 5 ) with a Christian : Wilt thou go ? SPEED . At thy service . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . - The same . A Room in the Palace . Enter PROTEUS . PRO . To leave my Julia , shall I be ...
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.