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... and that the villages to which the allusion is made , all bear the epithets here
given them : the people of Pebworth are still famed for their skill on the pipe and
tabor ; Hillborough is now called Haunted Hillborough ; and Grafton is notorious ...
... and that the villages to which the allusion is made , all bear the epithets here
given them : the people of Pebworth are still famed for their skill on the pipe and
tabor ; Hillborough is now called Haunted Hillborough ; and Grafton is notorious ...
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APOLOGY FOR SATIRE Why , who cries out on pride , That can therein tax any
private party ? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea , Till that the very means do
ebb ? What woman in the city do I name , When that I say , The city - woman
bears ...
APOLOGY FOR SATIRE Why , who cries out on pride , That can therein tax any
private party ? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea , Till that the very means do
ebb ? What woman in the city do I name , When that I say , The city - woman
bears ...
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When icicles hang by the wall , And Dick the shepherd blows his nail , And Tom
bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail , When blood is nipp
'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - who ; Tu - whit , to ...
When icicles hang by the wall , And Dick the shepherd blows his nail , And Tom
bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail , When blood is nipp
'd , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - who ; Tu - whit , to ...
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... For all the accommodations that thou bear'st , Are nurs'd by baseness : thou art
by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork of a poor worm :
Thy best of rest is sleep , * Impressions . And that thou oft provok'st : yet grossly ...
... For all the accommodations that thou bear'st , Are nurs'd by baseness : thou art
by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork of a poor worm :
Thy best of rest is sleep , * Impressions . And that thou oft provok'st : yet grossly ...
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What's yet in this , That bears the name of life ? yet in this life Lie hid more
thousand deaths : yet death we fear ; That makes these odds all even . THE
TERRORS OF DEATH MOST IN APPREHENSION 0 , I do fear thee , Claudio ;
anı I quake ...
What's yet in this , That bears the name of life ? yet in this life Lie hid more
thousand deaths : yet death we fear ; That makes these odds all even . THE
TERRORS OF DEATH MOST IN APPREHENSION 0 , I do fear thee , Claudio ;
anı I quake ...
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| Title | The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Compiled by | William Dodd |
| Publisher | Phillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 5 Jan 2007 |
| Length | 345 pages |
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