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Page 119
1 oyas Lyf Get you gone , you dwarf , 34 , in You Minimus , of hind'ring knot -
grass made , ( 21 ) You bead , you acorn : 1 : 1 1920 m . Dem . ( 21 ) You
Minimus , + ] This is no term of art , that I can find ; malculine of the believe there
to think ...
1 oyas Lyf Get you gone , you dwarf , 34 , in You Minimus , of hind'ring knot -
grass made , ( 21 ) You bead , you acorn : 1 : 1 1920 m . Dem . ( 21 ) You
Minimus , + ] This is no term of art , that I can find ; malculine of the believe there
to think ...
Page 144
How chance the Moonshine is gone , before Thisoy comes back and finds her :
lover ? Enter Thisby , Thef . She will find him by star - light . Here . The comes ;
and her passion ends the play . Hip . Methinks , she hould not use a long one for
...
How chance the Moonshine is gone , before Thisoy comes back and finds her :
lover ? Enter Thisby , Thef . She will find him by star - light . Here . The comes ;
and her passion ends the play . Hip . Methinks , she hould not use a long one for
...
Page 145
These yellow cowslip cheeks , Are gone , are gone : Lovers , make moan ! His
eyes were green as leeks . O fifters three , Çome , ' come to me , With hands as
pale as milk ; Lave them ie gore , Since you have shore With sheers his thread of
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These yellow cowslip cheeks , Are gone , are gone : Lovers , make moan ! His
eyes were green as leeks . O fifters three , Çome , ' come to me , With hands as
pale as milk ; Lave them ie gore , Since you have shore With sheers his thread of
...
Page 239
... Knight , by the women , throughout the Play . gone gone to the truth of his
words ; but they The Merry Wives of WINDSOR . 239.
... Knight , by the women , throughout the Play . gone gone to the truth of his
words ; but they The Merry Wives of WINDSOR . 239.
Page 388
But , oh , poor fools , : 0107 Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox du Good
night to your redrefsio is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too . The Duke's
anjust , ) Thus to ' retort your manifeft appeal ; - ; T : And put your orial in the ...
But , oh , poor fools , : 0107 Come you to seek the lamb here of the fox du Good
night to your redrefsio is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too . The Duke's
anjust , ) Thus to ' retort your manifeft appeal ; - ; T : And put your orial in the ...
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Page 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Page 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Page 63 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Page xxviii - 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 95 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 35 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 64 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.