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... him weigh with her . Old Ath . Most noble lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : never may 8 Act I. Sc . i . The Life of.
... him weigh with her . Old Ath . Most noble lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : never may 8 Act I. Sc . i . The Life of.
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William Shakespeare, Sir Israel Gollancz. Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not owed to you ! 150 [ Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and ...
William Shakespeare, Sir Israel Gollancz. Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not owed to you ! 150 [ Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and ...
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... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond , Or a harlot for her weeping , Or a dog that seems a - sleeping , Or a keeper with my freedom , Or my friends , if I should need ' em . 60 70 Amen . So fall to ' t : Rich men 28 ...
... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond , Or a harlot for her weeping , Or a dog that seems a - sleeping , Or a keeper with my freedom , Or my friends , if I should need ' em . 60 70 Amen . So fall to ' t : Rich men 28 ...
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... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . Tim . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen , I would be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for if I should be bribed ; too , there would be none ...
... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . Tim . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen , I would be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for if I should be bribed ; too , there would be none ...
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... never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . What shall be done ? he will not hear till feel : I must be round with him , now he comes from hunting . Fie , fie , fie , fie ! Enter Caphis , with the Servants of Isidore and Varro ...
... never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . What shall be done ? he will not hear till feel : I must be round with him , now he comes from hunting . Fie , fie , fie , fie ! Enter Caphis , with the Servants of Isidore and Varro ...
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Sida 87 - O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, To every purpose!
Sida 55 - He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs His outsides ; wear them like his raiment, carelessly ; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
Sida 66 - Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And let confusion live!