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... lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal speech . King , Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I ... live ( quoth he ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehenfive fendes All but ...
... lives not his epitaph * , As in your royal speech . King , Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I ... live ( quoth he ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehenfive fendes All but ...
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... my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ftall this in your bofom, and I thank ...
... my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ftall this in your bofom, and I thank ...
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... lives fweetly where the dies . Το Count . Had you not lately an intent , fpeak truly , go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I fwear . You know , my father left ...
... lives fweetly where the dies . Το Count . Had you not lately an intent , fpeak truly , go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I fwear . You know , my father left ...
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... live or die , be you the fons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy * ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy † ) fee , that you come Not to woo Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft questant shrinks , find ...
... live or die , be you the fons Of worthy Frenchmen ; let higher Italy * ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy † ) fee , that you come Not to woo Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft questant shrinks , find ...
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... live , and obferve his reports of me . 2 Lord . We fhall , noble Captain . Par . Mars doat on you for his novices ? what will ye do ? Ber . Stay ; the King-- [ Exeunt Lords . Par . Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the Noble Lords , you ...
... live , and obferve his reports of me . 2 Lord . We fhall , noble Captain . Par . Mars doat on you for his novices ? what will ye do ? Ber . Stay ; the King-- [ Exeunt Lords . Par . Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the Noble Lords , you ...
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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.