The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... rich Blood of Kings is fet on Fire . Oh now doth Death line his dead Chaps with Steel ; The Swords of Soldiers are his Teeth , his Phangs , And now he feafts , moufing the Flesh of Men In undetermin'd Differences of Kings . Why stand ...
... rich Blood of Kings is fet on Fire . Oh now doth Death line his dead Chaps with Steel ; The Swords of Soldiers are his Teeth , his Phangs , And now he feafts , moufing the Flesh of Men In undetermin'd Differences of Kings . Why stand ...
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... rich In Titles , Honours , and Promotions ; And the in Beauty , Education , Blood , Holds Hands with any Princefs of the World . K. Philip . What fay ft thou , Boy ? Look in the Lady's Face . Lewis . I do , my Lord , and in her Eye I ...
... rich In Titles , Honours , and Promotions ; And the in Beauty , Education , Blood , Holds Hands with any Princefs of the World . K. Philip . What fay ft thou , Boy ? Look in the Lady's Face . Lewis . I do , my Lord , and in her Eye I ...
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... rich fair Town We make him Lord of . Call the Lady Conftance , Some speedy Messenger bid her repair To our Solemnity : I truft we shall , If not fill up the Measure of her Wil !, Yet in fome measure fatisfie her fo , That we shall stop ...
... rich fair Town We make him Lord of . Call the Lady Conftance , Some speedy Messenger bid her repair To our Solemnity : I truft we shall , If not fill up the Measure of her Wil !, Yet in fome measure fatisfie her fo , That we shall stop ...
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... Rich . Well , whiles I am a Beggar , I will rail , And fay there is no Sin but to be rich : And being rich , my Virtue then shall be , To fay there is no Vice , but Beggary , Since Kings break Faith upon Commodity , Gain be my Lord ...
... Rich . Well , whiles I am a Beggar , I will rail , And fay there is no Sin but to be rich : And being rich , my Virtue then shall be , To fay there is no Vice , but Beggary , Since Kings break Faith upon Commodity , Gain be my Lord ...
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... rich before ; To gild refined Gold , to paint the Lilly , To throw a Perfume on the Violet , To fmooth the Ice , or add another Hew Unto the Rainbow , or with Taper - Light To feek the beauteous Eye of Heav'n to garnish , Is wafteful ...
... rich before ; To gild refined Gold , to paint the Lilly , To throw a Perfume on the Violet , To fmooth the Ice , or add another Hew Unto the Rainbow , or with Taper - Light To feek the beauteous Eye of Heav'n to garnish , Is wafteful ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 3 tomas William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
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