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... never stir from off this place ) I'd give it every foot to have this face : { 2 ~ It would not be 34 Sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well . Wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a ...
... never stir from off this place ) I'd give it every foot to have this face : { 2 ~ It would not be 34 Sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well . Wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a ...
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... never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath 19 in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums . [ Drums heard within . 13 ) Chatillon hat in England so lange warten müssen , bis die conträren Winde ihre Zeit ...
... never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath 19 in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums . [ Drums heard within . 13 ) Chatillon hat in England so lange warten müssen , bis die conträren Winde ihre Zeit ...
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... never was so true - begot : It cannot be , an if thou wert his mother . 29 [ an ] if Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Const . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Aust ...
... never was so true - begot : It cannot be , an if thou wert his mother . 29 [ an ] if Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Const . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Aust ...
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... never lov'd myself , Till now infixed I beheld myself , Drawn in the flattering table 35 of her eye . Bast . Drawn in the flattering table of her eye , Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow , A [ Whispers with BLANCH . And quarter ...
... never lov'd myself , Till now infixed I beheld myself , Drawn in the flattering table 35 of her eye . Bast . Drawn in the flattering table of her eye , Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow , A [ Whispers with BLANCH . And quarter ...
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... never fight But when her humorous ladyship 31 is by L To teach thee safety ! thou art perjur'd too , And sooth'st up 32 greatness . What a fool art thou , A ramping fool ; to brag , and stamp , and swear , Upon my party ! Thou cold ...
... never fight But when her humorous ladyship 31 is by L To teach thee safety ! thou art perjur'd too , And sooth'st up 32 greatness . What a fool art thou , A ramping fool ; to brag , and stamp , and swear , Upon my party ! Thou cold ...
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Page 63 - 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.
Page 100 - Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Page 68 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief...
Page 94 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Page 30 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 23 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
Page 24 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.
Page 72 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.