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The fatal sky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love so high ,, That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ?
The fatal sky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love so high ,, That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ?
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... these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong : Our blood to us , this to our blood , is borish ; ( 8 ) Fortune , she said , was no goddess , & c . Lode , no god , & c . tomplain'd against the Queen of virgins ...
... these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong : Our blood to us , this to our blood , is borish ; ( 8 ) Fortune , she said , was no goddess , & c . Lode , no god , & c . tomplain'd against the Queen of virgins ...
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If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet ...
If both gain , The gift doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet ...
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Methinks , in thee some blessed spirit doth spea . His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoflibility would flay In common sense , sense faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life ...
Methinks , in thee some blessed spirit doth spea . His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoflibility would flay In common sense , sense faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life ...
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That can such sweet use make of what they hate , When faucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night ; so luit doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter .
That can such sweet use make of what they hate , When faucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night ; so luit doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter .
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Page 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 392 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 256 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Page 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 430 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
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| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Publisher | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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