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Robert Deverell. The meat it feeds on . That cuckold lives in bliss , ( 58 ) Who , certain of his fate , loves not his wronger ; But , oh , what damned minutes tells he o'er , Who doats , yet doubts ; suspects , yet strongly Oth . Oh ...
Robert Deverell. The meat it feeds on . That cuckold lives in bliss , ( 58 ) Who , certain of his fate , loves not his wronger ; But , oh , what damned minutes tells he o'er , Who doats , yet doubts ; suspects , yet strongly Oth . Oh ...
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... live she so ! and long live you to think so ! Oth . And yet how Nature erring from itself- Iago . Ay , there's the point ; -as ( to be bold with Not to affect many proposed matches [ you , ) Of her own clime , complexion , and degree ...
... live she so ! and long live you to think so ! Oth . And yet how Nature erring from itself- Iago . Ay , there's the point ; -as ( to be bold with Not to affect many proposed matches [ you , ) Of her own clime , complexion , and degree ...
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... her . Oh the curse of marriage ! That we can call these delicate creatures ours , And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad , And live upon the vapour of a dungeon , Than keep a corner in the thing I love , 88.
... her . Oh the curse of marriage ! That we can call these delicate creatures ours , And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad , And live upon the vapour of a dungeon , Than keep a corner in the thing I love , 88.
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... lives ! One is too poor , too weak for my revenge . Look here , Iago , Now do I see ' tis true . All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven ; ' Tis gone ; Arise black vengeance from the hollow hell ! Yield up , oh love , thy crown and ...
... lives ! One is too poor , too weak for my revenge . Look here , Iago , Now do I see ' tis true . All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven ; ' Tis gone ; Arise black vengeance from the hollow hell ! Yield up , oh love , thy crown and ...
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... live . Oth . Damn her , lewd minx ! Oh , damn her ! damn her ! Come , go with me apart ; I will withdraw To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil . Now art thou my lieutenant . Iago . I am your own for ever ...
... live . Oth . Damn her , lewd minx ! Oh , damn her ! damn her ! Come , go with me apart ; I will withdraw To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil . Now art thou my lieutenant . Iago . I am your own for ever ...
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Page 161 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well...
Page 234 - With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 186 - Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple rotten at the heart : O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Shy.
Page 261 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 30 - twas wondrous pitiful ; She wished she had not heard it ; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man : she thanked me ; And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Page 37 - tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry ; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Page 232 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 232 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Page 29 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear • Devour up my discourse: which I, observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...
Page 185 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. « If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation ; and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest.