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... Laun . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
... Laun . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the prodigious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think ...
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... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the master , and the service , and the tied ! Wood . Mad ; wild ...
... Laun . For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue . Pan . Where should I lose my tongue ? Laun . In thy tale . Pan . In thy tail ? Laun . Lose the tide , and the voyage , and the master , and the service , and the tied ! Wood . Mad ; wild ...
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... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
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... Laun . So - ho ! so - ho ! Pro . What seest thou ? Laun . Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's head , but ' t is a Valentine . Pro . Valentine ? Val . No. Pro . Who then ? his spirit ? Val . Neither . Pro . What then ? Val ...
... Laun . So - ho ! so - ho ! Pro . What seest thou ? Laun . Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's head , but ' t is a Valentine . Pro . Valentine ? Val . No. Pro . Who then ? his spirit ? Val . Neither . Pro . What then ? Val ...
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... Laun . Sir , there's a proclamation that vanish'd . you are Pro . That thou art banish'd . O , that's the news ; From hence , from Silvia , and from me thy friend . Val . O , I have fed upon this woe already , And now excess of it will ...
... Laun . Sir , there's a proclamation that vanish'd . you are Pro . That thou art banish'd . O , that's the news ; From hence , from Silvia , and from me thy friend . Val . O , I have fed upon this woe already , And now excess of it will ...
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Page 443 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 90 - Biron they call him : but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an 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 aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Page 452 - But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 126 - 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 404 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 427 - But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours- my lord's. I give them with this ring...
Page 109 - Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste: For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Page 373 - Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Page 35 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own ; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Page 364 - ... comfort : here a shepherd's boy piping, as though he should never be old ; there a young shepherdess knitting, and withal singing, and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work, and her hands kept time to her voice-music.