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... seems , his fleeps were hinder'd by thy railing ; And thereof comes it , that his head is light . Thou fay'ft , his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings ; Unquiet meals make ill digestions ; Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ; And ...
... seems , his fleeps were hinder'd by thy railing ; And thereof comes it , that his head is light . Thou fay'ft , his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings ; Unquiet meals make ill digestions ; Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ; And ...
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... seems , Of this fair couple , meets he on the The father of this feeming lady , and way Her brother , having both their country quitted ! With this young Prince . Flo . Camilo has betray'd me .; Whose honour and whofe honesty ' till now ...
... seems , Of this fair couple , meets he on the The father of this feeming lady , and way Her brother , having both their country quitted ! With this young Prince . Flo . Camilo has betray'd me .; Whose honour and whofe honesty ' till now ...
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... seems ? Phil . Moft certain of one mother , mighty King , That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heav'n , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all mens ...
... seems ? Phil . Moft certain of one mother , mighty King , That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heav'n , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all mens ...
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... seem Like rivers of remorfe and innocence . Away with me all you , whofe fouls abhor Th ' uncleanly favour of a flaughter - house , For I am ftifled with the fmell of fin . Bigot . Away tow'rd Bury , to the Dauphin there . Pemb . There ...
... seem Like rivers of remorfe and innocence . Away with me all you , whofe fouls abhor Th ' uncleanly favour of a flaughter - house , For I am ftifled with the fmell of fin . Bigot . Away tow'rd Bury , to the Dauphin there . Pemb . There ...
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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.