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... gone ? Sweet Valentine , adieu ! Think on thy Proteus , when thou , haply , seest Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel : Wish me partaker in thy happiness , When thou dost meet good hap : and in thy danger , If ever danger do ...
... gone ? Sweet Valentine , adieu ! Think on thy Proteus , when thou , haply , seest Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel : Wish me partaker in thy happiness , When thou dost meet good hap : and in thy danger , If ever danger do ...
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... gone ? Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . JUL . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , Julia's " Why not on Proteus ? " & c . proves , I think , that on occurred in the preceding ...
... gone ? Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . JUL . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , Julia's " Why not on Proteus ? " & c . proves , I think , that on occurred in the preceding ...
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... gone without a word ? The cameleon Love can feed on the air . ] " Oh Palmerin , Pal- merin , how cheaply dost thou furnish out thy table of love ! Canst feed upon a thought ! live upon hopes ! feast upon a lock ! fatten upon a smile ...
... gone without a word ? The cameleon Love can feed on the air . ] " Oh Palmerin , Pal- merin , how cheaply dost thou furnish out thy table of love ! Canst feed upon a thought ! live upon hopes ! feast upon a lock ! fatten upon a smile ...
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... gone , I'll quickly cross , By some sly trick , blunt Thurio's dull proceeding . Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift ! [ Exit . Myself in counsel , his competitor : ] In counsel is ...
... gone , I'll quickly cross , By some sly trick , blunt Thurio's dull proceeding . Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift ! [ Exit . Myself in counsel , his competitor : ] In counsel is ...
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... gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . JUL . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And instances of infinite of love , " Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . Luc . All these ...
... gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . JUL . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And instances of infinite of love , " Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . Luc . All these ...
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Página 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Página 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Página 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.