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Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes , Nor ope her lap to s.int - seducing gold
: O , she is rich in beauty ; only poor , That , when she dies , with beauty dies her
store.8 * & Tell me in sadness , ] That is , tell me gravely , tell me in seriousness .
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes , Nor ope her lap to s.int - seducing gold
: O , she is rich in beauty ; only poor , That , when she dies , with beauty dies her
store.8 * & Tell me in sadness , ] That is , tell me gravely , tell me in seriousness .
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She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; 9 For beauty , starv'd with her
severity , Cuts beauty off from all posterity.1 her dies beauty's store ; " and is
followed by the two succeeding editors . I have replaced the old reading ,
because I ...
She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; 9 For beauty , starv'd with her
severity , Cuts beauty off from all posterity.1 her dies beauty's store ; " and is
followed by the two succeeding editors . I have replaced the old reading ,
because I ...
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Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of nights Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : 4
Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with
crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . 1 Will you tell me & c .
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of nights Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : 4
Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with
crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . 1 Will you tell me & c .
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Death , that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy
beauty : * Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips , and
in thy cheeks , 3 2 — by a dead man interr'd . ] Romeo being now determined to ...
Death , that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy
beauty : * Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips , and
in thy cheeks , 3 2 — by a dead man interr'd . ] Romeo being now determined to ...
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For fear of that , I will still stay with thee ; And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again ; here , here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber - maids ;
O , here Will I set up my everlasting rest ; 7 5 beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy
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For fear of that , I will still stay with thee ; And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again ; here , here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber - maids ;
O , here Will I set up my everlasting rest ; 7 5 beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy
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Page 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Page 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Page 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Page 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 240 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...