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... hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who ...
... hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who ...
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... hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave and love ; Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in Court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's ...
... hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave and love ; Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in Court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's ...
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... hours younger , I'd beat thee : me- thinks , thou art a general offence , and every man fhould . beat thee .. I think , thou waft created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my Lord ...
... hours younger , I'd beat thee : me- thinks , thou art a general offence , and every man fhould . beat thee .. I think , thou waft created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my Lord ...
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... hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will elfe ? Par . That you will take your inftant leave o'th ' King , And make this hafte as your own good proceeding ; Strengthen'd with what apology , you think ...
... hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will elfe ? Par . That you will take your inftant leave o'th ' King , And make this hafte as your own good proceeding ; Strengthen'd with what apology , you think ...
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... hours in a fleep , and then to return and fwear the lies he forges . Enter Parolles . Par . Ten o'clock ; within these three hours ' twill be time enough to go home . What fhall I fay , I have done ? done ? it must be a very plaufive ...
... hours in a fleep , and then to return and fwear the lies he forges . Enter Parolles . Par . Ten o'clock ; within these three hours ' twill be time enough to go home . What fhall I fay , I have done ? done ? it must be a very plaufive ...
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Página 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Página 376 - 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.
Página 133 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Página 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 97 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.