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... himself alone , & c . Again , in the 22d Song of the Polyolbion : " And thankful to high heaven which of his cause had care , " Three funs for his device ftill in his enfign bare . " Again , in the Wrighte's Play in the Chester ...
... himself alone , & c . Again , in the 22d Song of the Polyolbion : " And thankful to high heaven which of his cause had care , " Three funs for his device ftill in his enfign bare . " Again , in the Wrighte's Play in the Chester ...
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... fcene , that he thought himself obliged to make Treffel fay ; When future chronicles shall speak of this , They will be thought romance , not history . STEVENS . € 3 To To take her in her heart's extremeft hate ; With KING RICHARD III . 21.
... fcene , that he thought himself obliged to make Treffel fay ; When future chronicles shall speak of this , They will be thought romance , not history . STEVENS . € 3 To To take her in her heart's extremeft hate ; With KING RICHARD III . 21.
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... himself , -Which Jefu pardon ! - 1 3 my pains ] My labours ; my toils . JOHNSON . * Out , devil ! —- ] Mr. Lambe obferves in his notes on the ancient metrical hif- tory of the Battle of Floddon Field , that out is an interjection of ...
... himself , -Which Jefu pardon ! - 1 3 my pains ] My labours ; my toils . JOHNSON . * Out , devil ! —- ] Mr. Lambe obferves in his notes on the ancient metrical hif- tory of the Battle of Floddon Field , that out is an interjection of ...
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... that means to live well , endeavours to trust to himself , and live without it . 1 Murd . ' Zounds , it is even now at my elbow , perfuading me not to kill the duke . " 2 Murd . 2 Murd . ' Take the devil in thy mind KING RICHARD III .
... that means to live well , endeavours to trust to himself , and live without it . 1 Murd . ' Zounds , it is even now at my elbow , perfuading me not to kill the duke . " 2 Murd . 2 Murd . ' Take the devil in thy mind KING RICHARD III .
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... himself , All thin and naked , to the numb - cold night ? All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluck'd , and not a man of you Had fo much grace to put it in my mind . But , when your carters , or your waiting vaffals ...
... himself , All thin and naked , to the numb - cold night ? All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluck'd , and not a man of you Had fo much grace to put it in my mind . But , when your carters , or your waiting vaffals ...
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Sida 238 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Sida 42 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Sida 499 - I'll speak a little. [He holds her by the hand, silent] CORIOLANUS. O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Sida 348 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Sida 283 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Sida 21 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Sida 280 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Sida 284 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Sida 6 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...
Sida 280 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.