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Virginity being blown down , man will quicklier be blown up : marry , in blowing him down again , with the breach yourfelves made , you lofe your city . It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity .
Virginity being blown down , man will quicklier be blown up : marry , in blowing him down again , with the breach yourfelves made , you lofe your city . It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity .
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Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . 1 Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worship's reafon Clo .
Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . 1 Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worship's reafon Clo .
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To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress Fall , when love please ! marry , to each but one . Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King .
To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress Fall , when love please ! marry , to each but one . Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King .
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Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never hope to know why I should marry her . C 2 King . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from Sc . 6 . 27 . ALL'S ' WEIL THAT ENDS WELL .
Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never hope to know why I should marry her . C 2 King . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from Sc . 6 . 27 . ALL'S ' WEIL THAT ENDS WELL .
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Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a man's tongue fpeaks out his mafter's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of ...
Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a man's tongue fpeaks out his mafter's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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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.