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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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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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Dear lad , believe it ; 280 For they shall yet belie thy happy years , That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth , and rubious ; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ , shrill , and sound , And all is semblative a ...
Dear lad , believe it ; 280 For they shall yet belie thy happy years , That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth , and rubious ; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ , shrill , and sound , And all is semblative a ...
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I'll be sworn thou art ; Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions , and spirit , Do give thee five - fold blazon : -- Not too fast ; -soft ! soft ! Unless the master were the man . - How now ?
I'll be sworn thou art ; Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions , and spirit , Do give thee five - fold blazon : -- Not too fast ; -soft ! soft ! Unless the master were the man . - How now ?
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Disguise , I see thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the cause , not we ; For , such as we are made ...
Disguise , I see thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the cause , not we ; For , such as we are made ...
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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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