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... O ! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart ! Whom with my bare fists I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal . Yet tell'st thou not , how thou wert enter- tain'd . Tal . With scoffs , and scorns , and ...
... O ! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart ! Whom with my bare fists I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal . Yet tell'st thou not , how thou wert enter- tain'd . Tal . With scoffs , and scorns , and ...
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... o'the church , ' As stout , and proud , as he were lord of all , - " Swear like a ruffian , and demean himself " Unlike the ruler of a common - weal.— " Warwick , my son , the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds , thy plainness , and thy ...
... o'the church , ' As stout , and proud , as he were lord of all , - " Swear like a ruffian , and demean himself " Unlike the ruler of a common - weal.— " Warwick , my son , the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds , thy plainness , and thy ...
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... O , the devil - there the villain stopp'd ; When Dighton thus told on , -we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature , That from the prime creation , e'er she fram'd.- Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse , They ...
... O , the devil - there the villain stopp'd ; When Dighton thus told on , -we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature , That from the prime creation , e'er she fram'd.- Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse , They ...
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... o ' the beneficial sun , And keep it from the earth . Surely , sir , Nor . There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends : For , being not propp'd by ancestry ( whose grace Chalks successors their way , ) nor call'd upon For high ...
... o ' the beneficial sun , And keep it from the earth . Surely , sir , Nor . There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends : For , being not propp'd by ancestry ( whose grace Chalks successors their way , ) nor call'd upon For high ...
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... o'the Chartreux . Buck . Bran . O , Nicholas Hopkins ? He . Buck . My surveyor is false ; the o'er - great car- dinal cardinal The articles o'the combination drew , As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified , As he cried , Thus let be ...
... o'the Chartreux . Buck . Bran . O , Nicholas Hopkins ? He . Buck . My surveyor is false ; the o'er - great car- dinal cardinal The articles o'the combination drew , As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified , As he cried , Thus let be ...
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Page 419 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may...
Page 230 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
Page 457 - As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 84 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined...
Page 142 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 244 - I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Page 454 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Page 65 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 133 - ... many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Page 452 - Their dearest action in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter.