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... transporting Pleasure find , It stops not here , but strikes the very Mind . Some
Angel spcak her Praise ! no human Tongue , But with its utmost Art must do her
Wrong . . The only Woman that has Pow'r to kill , And I Tic SONGS AND VERSES
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... transporting Pleasure find , It stops not here , but strikes the very Mind . Some
Angel spcak her Praise ! no human Tongue , But with its utmost Art must do her
Wrong . . The only Woman that has Pow'r to kill , And I Tic SONGS AND VERSES
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For he , whose Soul disdains to own Subjection to a Tyrant's Frown , And his own
Life would rather end 3 Would , sure , much rather kill himself , thạn cnly hurt his
Friend . To his own Sword in the Philippian Field Brutus indeed at last did yield ...
For he , whose Soul disdains to own Subjection to a Tyrant's Frown , And his own
Life would rather end 3 Would , sure , much rather kill himself , thạn cnly hurt his
Friend . To his own Sword in the Philippian Field Brutus indeed at last did yield ...
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What , kill the best , and bravest of Mankind , Only for Jealousy ? Of being Slaves
. Oh dismal Sound ! Who can dread that too much ? The fear of Slavery is
Fortitude . And , to advise him ? No , ' tis easier To kill a Tyrant amidst all his
Guards ...
What , kill the best , and bravest of Mankind , Only for Jealousy ? Of being Slaves
. Oh dismal Sound ! Who can dread that too much ? The fear of Slavery is
Fortitude . And , to advise him ? No , ' tis easier To kill a Tyrant amidst all his
Guards ...
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... I valu'd now my Life , I am so foolish to expose it thus . What Hour fo fit for me ,
what Death so glorious , As here to fall with C.ESAR , and by you , The Master
Spirits , sure , of all the World ; Kill me then quickly ; kill nic with those Daggers
That ...
... I valu'd now my Life , I am so foolish to expose it thus . What Hour fo fit for me ,
what Death so glorious , As here to fall with C.ESAR , and by you , The Master
Spirits , sure , of all the World ; Kill me then quickly ; kill nic with those Daggers
That ...
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Why should I kill him then but for your sakes ? A Wretch who yields a Limb to'be
cut off , Does only that to save a Life that's dearer : And when a grieving Parent
whips his Child , Call it Correction , but not Cruelty . If then the very best of
Cæsar's ...
Why should I kill him then but for your sakes ? A Wretch who yields a Limb to'be
cut off , Does only that to save a Life that's dearer : And when a grieving Parent
whips his Child , Call it Correction , but not Cruelty . If then the very best of
Cæsar's ...
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Página 295 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 295 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Página 231 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 231 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 229 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Página 297 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 91 - Rude force might fome unwilling kifles gain ; But that was all he ever could obtain. You on fuch terms would ne'er have let me go ; Were he like you, we had not parted fo.
Página 229 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Página 97 - Love secretly: the absence of my lord More freedom gives, but does not all afford: Long is his journey, long will be his stay; Call'd by affairs of consequence away.
Página 297 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.