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... them , not " his Inferior ; to whom he scorn'd to discover any thing that " bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharpness . " Mr. Warburton . ( Methinks , ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plausive All's well , that Ends well . 13.
... them , not " his Inferior ; to whom he scorn'd to discover any thing that " bore the Shadow of Pride or Sharpness . " Mr. Warburton . ( Methinks , ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plausive All's well , that Ends well . 13.
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... hear ; what say you of this gentle- woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your con- tent , I wish might be found in the calendar of my pait endeavours ; for then we wound our modesty , and make foul the clearness of our ...
... hear ; what say you of this gentle- woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your con- tent , I wish might be found in the calendar of my pait endeavours ; for then we wound our modesty , and make foul the clearness of our ...
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... hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : Proffers , not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows ...
... hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : Proffers , not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows ...
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... , that God most high , Do my fighs stream : Sir , will you hear my fuit ? 1 Lord . And grant it . Hel . Thanks , Sir ; all the rest is mute . Laf . Laf . I had rather be in this choice , 34 All's well , that - Ends well .
... , that God most high , Do my fighs stream : Sir , will you hear my fuit ? 1 Lord . And grant it . Hel . Thanks , Sir ; all the rest is mute . Laf . Laf . I had rather be in this choice , 34 All's well , that - Ends well .
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... hear , Monfieur ? a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your Lord and Master did well to make his re- cantation , Par . Recantation ? -my Lord ? my Mafter ? Laf . Ay , is it not a language I fpeak ? Par . A moft harfh one ...
... hear , Monfieur ? a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your Lord and Master did well to make his re- cantation , Par . Recantation ? -my Lord ? my Mafter ? Laf . Ay , is it not a language I fpeak ? Par . A moft harfh one ...
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Página 246 - 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.
Página 376 - 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; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 133 - 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.
Página 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 97 - 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.