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If musick be the food of love , play on , Give me excess of it ; that , surseiting , The appetite may sicken , and so die . That strain again ; -- ; t had a dying fall : 0 , it came o'er my ear like the sweet south , That breathes upon ...
If musick be the food of love , play on , Give me excess of it ; that , surseiting , The appetite may sicken , and so die . That strain again ; -- ; t had a dying fall : 0 , it came o'er my ear like the sweet south , That breathes upon ...
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Well , God give them wisdom , that have it ; and those that are fools , let them use their talents . 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 .
Well , God give them wisdom , that have it ; and those that are fools , let them use their talents . 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 .
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Two faults , Madonna , that drink and good counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink , then is the fool not dry ; bid the dishonest man mend him . self ; if he mend , he is no longer ...
Two faults , Madonna , that drink and good counsel will amend : for give the dry fool drink , then is the fool not dry ; bid the dishonest man mend him . self ; if he mend , he is no longer ...
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Good Madonna , give me leave to prove you a fool . 352 Oli . Can you do it ? Clo . Dexterously , good Madonna . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I must catechize you for it , Madonna ; Good my mouse of virtue , answer me . Oli .
Good Madonna , give me leave to prove you a fool . 352 Oli . Can you do it ? Clo . Dexterously , good Madonna . Oli . Make your proof . Clo . I must catechize you for it , Madonna ; Good my mouse of virtue , answer me . Oli .
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Let him be the devil , an he will , I care not : give me faith , say I. Well , it's all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a madınan : one draught above heat makes him a fool ...
Let him be the devil , an he will , I care not : give me faith , say I. Well , it's all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a madınan : one draught above heat makes him a fool ...
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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.