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whofe skill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living !
whofe skill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living !
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Befides , virginity is peevish , proud , idle , made of felf - love , which is the moft prohibited fin in the canon . Keep it not , you cannot chufe but lose by't . Out with't ; within ten years it will make itself two , which is a ...
Befides , virginity is peevish , proud , idle , made of felf - love , which is the moft prohibited fin in the canon . Keep it not , you cannot chufe but lose by't . Out with't ; within ten years it will make itself two , which is a ...
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Moft admirable ; I have seen thofe wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , young , and the next year , and ' tis too early . Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , fteal away bravely . Ber .
Moft admirable ; I have seen thofe wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , young , and the next year , and ' tis too early . Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , fteal away bravely . Ber .
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Oft expectation fails , and most oft there Where moft it promifes : and oft it hits Where hope is coldeft , and defpair moft fits . King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyfelf be ...
Oft expectation fails , and most oft there Where moft it promifes : and oft it hits Where hope is coldeft , and defpair moft fits . King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Maid ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyfelf be ...
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Moft fruitfully , I am there before my legs . Count . Hafte you again . [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Court of France . Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . Laf . ( 11 ) THEY fay , miracles are paft ; and we have our philofophical ...
Moft fruitfully , I am there before my legs . Count . Hafte you again . [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Court of France . Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . Laf . ( 11 ) THEY fay , miracles are paft ; and we have our philofophical ...
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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.