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... hours in the night , And not be seen to wink of all the day , — When I was wont to think no harm all night And make a dark night too of half the day , - Which I hope well is not enrolled there : O , these are barren tasks , too hard to ...
... hours in the night , And not be seen to wink of all the day , — When I was wont to think no harm all night And make a dark night too of half the day , - Which I hope well is not enrolled there : O , these are barren tasks , too hard to ...
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... hour ; when beasts most graze , birds best peck , and men sit down to that nourish- ment which is called supper : so much for the 240 time when . Now for the ground which ; which , I mean , I walked upon it is ycleped thy park . Then ...
... hour ; when beasts most graze , birds best peck , and men sit down to that nourish- ment which is called supper : so much for the 240 time when . Now for the ground which ; which , I mean , I walked upon it is ycleped thy park . Then ...
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... hour , sir . Arm . Impossible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning ; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamester , sir . 36. crosses , coins , from the cross stamped upon ...
... hour , sir . Arm . Impossible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning ; it fitteth the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamester , sir . 36. crosses , coins , from the cross stamped upon ...
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... hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth - moving jest , Which his fair tongue , conceit's expositor , Delivers in such apt and gracious words That ...
... hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth - moving jest , Which his fair tongue , conceit's expositor , Delivers in such apt and gracious words That ...
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... hour that fools should ask . Biron . Now fair befall your mask ! Ros . Fair fall the face it covers ! Biron . And send you many lovers ! Ros . Amen , so you be none . Biron . Nay , then will I be gone . IIO . suddenly , promptly . 115 ...
... hour that fools should ask . Biron . Now fair befall your mask ! Ros . Fair fall the face it covers ! Biron . And send you many lovers ! Ros . Amen , so you be none . Biron . Nay , then will I be gone . IIO . suddenly , promptly . 115 ...
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Page 118 - Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 329 - 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 272 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Page 120 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 368 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Page 120 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 119 - Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear ! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 323 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 314 - Making it momentany as a sound, 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 ere a man hath power to say, " Behold ! " The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 374 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact.