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I wouid I had bestowed that time in the tongues , that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting : 0 , had I but follow'd the arts ! Sir To . Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended ...
I wouid I had bestowed that time in the tongues , that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting : 0 , had I but follow'd the arts ! Sir To . Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended ...
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Mar. Yet you will be hang'd , for being so long absent , or be turn'd away ; Is not that as good as a hanging to you ? 312 Clo . Marry , a good hanging prevents a bad mar . riage ; and , for turning away , let summer bear it out . Mar.
Mar. Yet you will be hang'd , for being so long absent , or be turn'd away ; Is not that as good as a hanging to you ? 312 Clo . Marry , a good hanging prevents a bad mar . riage ; and , for turning away , let summer bear it out . Mar.
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By your patience , no : my stars shine darkly over me ; the malignancy of my fate might , perhaps , distemper yours ; therefore I shall crave of you your leave , that I may bear my evils alone : It were a bad recompence for your love ...
By your patience , no : my stars shine darkly over me ; the malignancy of my fate might , perhaps , distemper yours ; therefore I shall crave of you your leave , that I may bear my evils alone : It were a bad recompence for your love ...
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... No motion of the liver , but the palate ,That suffer surfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is all as hungry as the sea , And can digest as much : make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me , And that I owe Olivia .
... No motion of the liver , but the palate ,That suffer surfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is all as hungry as the sea , And can digest as much : make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me , And that I owe Olivia .
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I would exult , man : you know , he bronght me out of favour with my lady , about a bear - baiting here . 430 Sir . To . To anger him , we'll have the bear again ; and we will fool him black and blue : Shall we not , Sir Andrew ?
I would exult , man : you know , he bronght me out of favour with my lady , about a bear - baiting here . 430 Sir . To . To anger him , we'll have the bear again ; and we will fool him black and blue : Shall we not , Sir Andrew ?
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Page 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Page 43 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 77 - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 75 - 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 5 - 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 102 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Page 33 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.