The Works of William Shakespeare, Volym 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... master loves you : O , such love Could be but recompens'd , though you were crown'd The nonpareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with ( 9 ) fertile tears , With groans that thunder love , with sighs of ...
... master loves you : O , such love Could be but recompens'd , though you were crown'd The nonpareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with ( 9 ) fertile tears , With groans that thunder love , with sighs of ...
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... master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! Farewell , fair cruelty . Oli . " What is your parentage ? " " Above my ...
... master , not myself , lacks recompense . Love make his heart of flint , that you shall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! Farewell , fair cruelty . Oli . " What is your parentage ? " " Above my ...
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William Shakespeare. Unless the master were the man . - -How now ! Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections With an invisible and subtle stealth To creep in at mine eyes . Well , let it be ...
William Shakespeare. Unless the master were the man . - -How now ! Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections With an invisible and subtle stealth To creep in at mine eyes . Well , let it be ...
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... master loves her dearly ; And I , poor monster , fond as much on him ; And ( 14 ) she , mistaken , seems to dote on me . What will become of this ? As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , —now alas the ...
... master loves her dearly ; And I , poor monster , fond as much on him ; And ( 14 ) she , mistaken , seems to dote on me . What will become of this ? As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , —now alas the ...
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... masters , are you mad ? or what are you ? Have you no wit , manners , nor honesty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house , that ye squeak out your cosiers ' catches without any ...
... masters , are you mad ? or what are you ? Have you no wit , manners , nor honesty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house , that ye squeak out your cosiers ' catches without any ...
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Sida 313 - Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd, All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through...
Sida 493 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee...
Sida 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Sida 171 - Start not ; her actions shall be holy as You hear my spell is lawful : do not shun her Until you see her die again; for then You kill her double. Nay, present your hand: When she was young you woo'd her; now in age Is she become the suitor?1 LEON.
Sida 587 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God...
Sida 72 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.