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Heav'ns thank you for't , And now I pray you , Sir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my Mind ) your Reason For raising this Sea - storm Pro . Know thus far forth , By Accident most strange , bountiful Fortune ( Now my dear Lady ) hath mine ...
Heav'ns thank you for't , And now I pray you , Sir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my Mind ) your Reason For raising this Sea - storm Pro . Know thus far forth , By Accident most strange , bountiful Fortune ( Now my dear Lady ) hath mine ...
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Heav'ns thank you for't , And now I pray you , Sir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my Mind ) your Reason For raising this Sea - storm Pro . Know thus far forth , By Accident most strange , bountiful Fortune ( Now my dear Lady ) hath mine ...
Heav'ns thank you for't , And now I pray you , Sir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my Mind ) your Reason For raising this Sea - storm Pro . Know thus far forth , By Accident most strange , bountiful Fortune ( Now my dear Lady ) hath mine ...
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I thank thee , Mafter . Pro . If thou more murmur'ft , I will rend an Oak And peg thee in his knotty Entrails , ' till Thou hast howlid away twelve Winters . Ari . Pardon , Master . I will be correspondent to Command , And do my ...
I thank thee , Mafter . Pro . If thou more murmur'ft , I will rend an Oak And peg thee in his knotty Entrails , ' till Thou hast howlid away twelve Winters . Ari . Pardon , Master . I will be correspondent to Command , And do my ...
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Sir , you may thank your self for this great Loss , That would not bless our Europe with your Daughter , But rather lose her to an Affrican ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your Eye , Who hath Cause to wet the Grief on't .
Sir , you may thank your self for this great Loss , That would not bless our Europe with your Daughter , But rather lose her to an Affrican ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your Eye , Who hath Cause to wet the Grief on't .
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Thank you : Wondrous heavy . . [ All seep but Seb . and Ant . Seb . What a strange Drow finess possesses them ? Ant . It is the Quality o'th ' Climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our Eye - lids fink ? I find Not my self dispos'd to ...
Thank you : Wondrous heavy . . [ All seep but Seb . and Ant . Seb . What a strange Drow finess possesses them ? Ant . It is the Quality o'th ' Climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our Eye - lids fink ? I find Not my self dispos'd to ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volym 1 William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1709 |
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Sida 20 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Sida 95 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Sida 25 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Sida 38 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Sida 41 - ... swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Sida 32 - Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow * You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Sida 103 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Sida 103 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Sida xxiv - I loved the man, and do honour his memory on this side idolatry as much as any. He was indeed honest, and of an open and free nature ; had an excellent fancy, brave notions, and gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility that sometime it was necessary he should be stopped.