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... enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head !
... enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head !
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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ...
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ...
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-or were you both our mothers I care no more for , than I do for heav'n , So I were not his fifter ; can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? - Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ...
-or were you both our mothers I care no more for , than I do for heav'n , So I were not his fifter ; can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? - Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ...
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... That truth fhould be fufpected ; speak , is't fo If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel .
... That truth fhould be fufpected ; speak , is't fo If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel .
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Then , I confefs , Here on my knee , before high heav'ns and you , That before you , and next unto high heav'n , I love your fon : My friends were poor , but honeft ; fo's my love ; Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is ...
Then , I confefs , Here on my knee , before high heav'ns and you , That before you , and next unto high heav'n , I love your fon : My friends were poor , but honeft ; fo's my love ; Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is ...
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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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3 The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Editor | J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 3 Abr. 2007 |
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