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... never know , how that defert fhall be : I know , I love in vain ; ftrive against hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , I ftill pour in the water of my love , And lack not to lose still ; thus , Indian - like , Religious in ...
... never know , how that defert fhall be : I know , I love in vain ; ftrive against hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , I ftill pour in the water of my love , And lack not to lose still ; thus , Indian - like , Religious in ...
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... never ranfom nature From her unaidable eftate : we muft not So fuftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empericks ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help ...
... never ranfom nature From her unaidable eftate : we muft not So fuftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empericks ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help ...
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... never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of ( 17 ) Thanks , Sir ; all the reft are mute . ] All the reft are ...
... never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of ( 17 ) Thanks , Sir ; all the reft are mute . ] All the reft are ...
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... never hope to know why I'fhould marry her . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from my fickly bed . Ber . But follows it , my Lord , to bring me down : Muft answer for your raifing ? I know her well : She had her breeding at my ...
... never hope to know why I'fhould marry her . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from my fickly bed . Ber . But follows it , my Lord , to bring me down : Muft answer for your raifing ? I know her well : She had her breeding at my ...
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... never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that would be known : to th ' wars ...
... never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that would be known : to th ' wars ...
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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 394 - 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 258 - 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.