Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birthright ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birthright ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
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... a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage fooner than thy wickedness . Clo . Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & t I.
... a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage fooner than thy wickedness . Clo . Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & t I.
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... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend : he that kiffes my wife , is my ergo , friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the ...
... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend : he that kiffes my wife , is my ergo , friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the ...
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... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days foregone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none ...
... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days foregone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none ...
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... Blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy flate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King , Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd ,. Thy will ...
... Blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy flate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King , Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd ,. Thy will ...
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