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O spirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou 1 That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea , nought enters there , Of 10 а Of what validity and pitch soever ; " . TWELFTH-NIGHT: ...
O spirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou 1 That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea , nought enters there , Of 10 а Of what validity and pitch soever ; " . TWELFTH-NIGHT: ...
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There is a fair behaviour in thee , captain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character .
There is a fair behaviour in thee , captain ; And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character .
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An thou let part so , Sir Andrew , would thou might'st never draw sword again . 170 Sir And . An you part so , mistress , I would I might never draw sword again ; Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar.
An thou let part so , Sir Andrew , would thou might'st never draw sword again . 170 Sir And . An you part so , mistress , I would I might never draw sword again ; Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar.
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Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for thou seest , it will not curl by nature . Sir And . But it becomes me well enough , does't not ? Şir To .
Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for thou seest , it will not curl by nature . Sir And . But it becomes me well enough , does't not ? Şir To .
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What dost thou mean ? is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think , by the excellent constitution of tlıy leg , it was form'd under the star of a galliard . 241 Sir And . Ay , ' tis strong , and it does indifferent well in a flame ...
What dost thou mean ? is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think , by the excellent constitution of tlıy leg , it was form'd under the star of a galliard . 241 Sir And . Ay , ' tis strong , and it does indifferent well in a flame ...
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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.
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| Title | Twelfth night. Winter's tale Volume 9 of The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Printed for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 18 May 2007 |
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