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see ; 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 Those be rubies , fairy favours , In those freckles live their favours : I must go seek some ...
see ; 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 Those be rubies , fairy favours , In those freckles live their favours : I must go seek some ...
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Those that Hobgoblin call you , and sweet Puck , You do their work , and they shall have good luck : Are not you he ? Puck . I am , thou speak'st aright ; I am that merry wanderer of the night . I jest to Oberon , and make him smile ...
Those that Hobgoblin call you , and sweet Puck , You do their work , and they shall have good luck : Are not you he ? Puck . I am , thou speak'st aright ; I am that merry wanderer of the night . I jest to Oberon , and make him smile ...
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For , as a surfeit of the sweetest things , The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; Or , as the heresies , that men do leave , Are hated most of those they did deceive ; * touching now the point of human skill , & c .
For , as a surfeit of the sweetest things , The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; Or , as the heresies , that men do leave , Are hated most of those they did deceive ; * touching now the point of human skill , & c .
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Then will two , at once , woo one ; That must needs be sport o alone : And those things do best please me , That befal prepost'rously . Enter Lysander , and Helena . Lys . Why should you think , that I should woo in scorn ?
Then will two , at once , woo one ; That must needs be sport o alone : And those things do best please me , That befal prepost'rously . Enter Lysander , and Helena . Lys . Why should you think , that I should woo in scorn ?
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O , how ripe in show Thy lips , those killing cherries , tempting grow ! That pure congealed white , high ? Taurus ' snow , Fann'd with the eastern wind , turns to a crow , When thou hold'st up thy hand : 0 , let me kiss This princess ...
O , how ripe in show Thy lips , those killing cherries , tempting grow ! That pure congealed white , high ? Taurus ' snow , Fann'd with the eastern wind , turns to a crow , When thou hold'st up thy hand : 0 , let me kiss This princess ...
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Page 630 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 196 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 87 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 90 - 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 be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 151 - The slaves are ours.' So do I answer you: The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is dearly bought; 'tis mine, and I will have it. If you deny me, fie upon your law! There is no force in the decrees of Venice. I stand for judgment: answer; shall I have it?
Page 440 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.