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... wither'd pears ; it looks ill , it eats dryly ; marry , ' tis wither'd pear : it was formerly better ; marry , yet ' tis a A 3 . wither'd a I wither'd pear . Will you any thing with it . Sc . 3 . 5 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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William Shakespeare. wither'd pear . Will you any thing with it . Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning ...
William Shakespeare. wither'd pear . Will you any thing with it . Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall your mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning ...
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... things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The king's difeafe - my project may deceive me ...
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... things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fafhions : - -this he with'd ,. I , after him , do after him wish too ( Since I nor wax , nor honey can bring home ) ! I quickly ...
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... things knows , As ' tis with us , that square our guefs by fhows : But most it is prefumption in us , when The help of Heav'n we count the act of men , Dear Sir , to my endeavours give consent . Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment ...
... things knows , As ' tis with us , that square our guefs by fhows : But most it is prefumption in us , when The help of Heav'n we count the act of men , Dear Sir , to my endeavours give consent . Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment ...
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