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Sida 27
... thou here While sense can keep it on ! And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you To your so infinite loss , so in our trifles I still win of you : for my sake wear this ; It is a manacle of love ; I'll place it ...
... thou here While sense can keep it on ! And , sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for you To your so infinite loss , so in our trifles I still win of you : for my sake wear this ; It is a manacle of love ; I'll place it ...
Sida 28
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : away ! Thou ' rt poison to my blood . Post . Imo . Cym . Imo . And bless the good remainders of the ...
... Thou basest thing , avoid ! hence , from my sight ! If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness , thou diest : away ! Thou ' rt poison to my blood . Post . Imo . Cym . Imo . And bless the good remainders of the ...
Sida 29
... thou mad ! Imo . Almost , sir : heaven restore me ! Would I were A neat - herd's daughter , and my Leonatus Our neighbour - shepherd's son ! Cym . Thou foolish thing ! 150 Re - enter Queen . They were again together : you have done Not ...
... thou mad ! Imo . Almost , sir : heaven restore me ! Would I were A neat - herd's daughter , and my Leonatus Our neighbour - shepherd's son ! Cym . Thou foolish thing ! 150 Re - enter Queen . They were again together : you have done Not ...
Sida 32
... thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven And question'dst every sail : if he should write And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost , Pis . As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? It was , his queen , his queen ...
... thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven And question'dst every sail : if he should write And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost , Pis . As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? It was , his queen , his queen ...
Sida 40
... Thou ask'st me such a question . Have I not been Thy pupil long ? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes ? distil ? preserve ? yea , so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded ...
... Thou ask'st me such a question . Have I not been Thy pupil long ? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes ? distil ? preserve ? yea , so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded ...
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Sida 4 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Sida 187 - Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew. The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid: With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where...
Sida 93 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief: The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Sida 187 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Sida 33 - To encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing. ь Enter a Lady. Lady. The queen, madam, Desires your highness
Sida 138 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Sida 109 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Sida 179 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Sida 79 - Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Sida 56 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.