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... eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable 4. Of every line and trick of his fweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One that goes with him ...
... eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable 4. Of every line and trick of his fweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One that goes with him ...
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... eye ? The mightieft space in fortune nature brings To join like likes , and kifs like native things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove ...
... eye ? The mightieft space in fortune nature brings To join like likes , and kifs like native things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove ...
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... eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother ... eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam ...
... eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother ... eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam ...
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... eyes See it fo grofsly fhown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they fpeak it : only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be ...
... eyes See it fo grofsly fhown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they fpeak it : only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be ...
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... eye , Safer than mine own two : more dear I have fo ; And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all ...
... eye , Safer than mine own two : more dear I have fo ; And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all ...
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324 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
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330 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
57 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.