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Page 471
War , Death , or Sickness , did lay Siege to it ; ! ) Making it momentary as a Sound
, ' , e organismo Swift as a Shadow , short ' as any Dream , Brief as the Lightning
in the collied Night , That in a Spleen unfolds both Heaven and Earth ; And e ...
War , Death , or Sickness , did lay Siege to it ; ! ) Making it momentary as a Sound
, ' , e organismo Swift as a Shadow , short ' as any Dream , Brief as the Lightning
in the collied Night , That in a Spleen unfolds both Heaven and Earth ; And e ...
Page 611
For my fake be comfortable , hold Death a while At the Arm ' s end : I will be here
with thee presently , And if I bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave
to die . But if thou dieft Before I come , thou art a mocker of my Labouri Well said ...
For my fake be comfortable , hold Death a while At the Arm ' s end : I will be here
with thee presently , And if I bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave
to die . But if thou dieft Before I come , thou art a mocker of my Labouri Well said ...
Page 803
Let Death and Honesty Go with your Impositions , I am yours Upon your Will to
suffer . Hel . Yet I pray you : But with the Word the Time will bring on Summer ,
When Briars shall have Leaves as well as Thorns , And be as sweet as sharp :
We ...
Let Death and Honesty Go with your Impositions , I am yours Upon your Will to
suffer . Hel . Yet I pray you : But with the Word the Time will bring on Summer ,
When Briars shall have Leaves as well as Thorns , And be as sweet as sharp :
We ...
Page 917
Mark and perform it ; seeft thou ? for the fail Of any point in ' t , shall not only be * *
* Death to thy self , but to thy lewd - tongu ' d Wife , * Whom for this time we
pardon . We enjoin thee , As thou art Liege - man to us , that thou carry - This
female ...
Mark and perform it ; seeft thou ? for the fail Of any point in ' t , shall not only be * *
* Death to thy self , but to thy lewd - tongu ' d Wife , * Whom for this time we
pardon . We enjoin thee , As thou art Liege - man to us , that thou carry - This
female ...
Page 957
Some say he shall be fton ' d ; but that Death is too soft for him , say 1 : Draw our
Throne into a Sheep - Coat ? All Deaths are too few , the sharpest too easie . Clo
. Has the old Man e ' er a Son , Sir ; do you hear , and ' r like you , Sir ? Aut .
Some say he shall be fton ' d ; but that Death is too soft for him , say 1 : Draw our
Throne into a Sheep - Coat ? All Deaths are too few , the sharpest too easie . Clo
. Has the old Man e ' er a Son , Sir ; do you hear , and ' r like you , Sir ? Aut .
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