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... dost thou find the inclina- tion of the people , especially of the younger sort ? Boult . ' Faith , they listened to me , as they would have heark- ened to their father's testament . There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered , that he ...
... dost thou find the inclina- tion of the people , especially of the younger sort ? Boult . ' Faith , they listened to me , as they would have heark- ened to their father's testament . There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered , that he ...
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... dost look Like Patience , gazing on kings ' graves , and smiling Extremity out of act . * What were thy friends ? How lost thou them ? Thy name , my most kind virgin ? Recount , I do beseech thee ; come , sit by me . Mar. My name , Sir ...
... dost look Like Patience , gazing on kings ' graves , and smiling Extremity out of act . * What were thy friends ? How lost thou them ? Thy name , my most kind virgin ? Recount , I do beseech thee ; come , sit by me . Mar. My name , Sir ...
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... thou princox boy , t Nor do I fear thy foolish insolence : And , but thou better use thy bragging blade , * A cornet's party . † Conceited fellow . Than thou dost rule thy overflowing tongue , Superbious Briton 74 [ ACT II . LOCRINE .
... thou princox boy , t Nor do I fear thy foolish insolence : And , but thou better use thy bragging blade , * A cornet's party . † Conceited fellow . Than thou dost rule thy overflowing tongue , Superbious Briton 74 [ ACT II . LOCRINE .
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William Shakespeare. Than thou dost rule thy overflowing tongue , Superbious Briton , thou shalt know too soon The force of Humber and his Scythians . [ They fight . HUMBER and his soldiers fly . ALBANACT and his forces follow . Strum ...
William Shakespeare. Than thou dost rule thy overflowing tongue , Superbious Briton , thou shalt know too soon The force of Humber and his Scythians . [ They fight . HUMBER and his soldiers fly . ALBANACT and his forces follow . Strum ...
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... dost invocate , By the dread ghost of thy deceased sire , By thy right hand , and by thy burning love , Take pity on poor Estrild's wretched thrall . Cori . Hath Locrine then forgot his Guendolen , That thus he courts the Scythian's ...
... dost invocate , By the dread ghost of thy deceased sire , By thy right hand , and by thy burning love , Take pity on poor Estrild's wretched thrall . Cori . Hath Locrine then forgot his Guendolen , That thus he courts the Scythian's ...
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Page 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 478 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 463 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
Page 472 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Page 473 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Page 464 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Page 500 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust ? And wherefore say not I that I am old ? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Page 474 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 464 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...