The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 8 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... she hath fworn , that she will still live chaste ? - Róm . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste . For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts beauty off from all posterity . She is too fair , too wife ; wifely too fair , To ...
... she hath fworn , that she will still live chaste ? - Róm . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste . For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts beauty off from all posterity . She is too fair , too wife ; wifely too fair , To ...
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... She hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride , Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride . Par . Younger than fhe are happy mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are thofe fo early made ...
... She hath not feen the change of fourteen years ; Let two more fummers wither in their pride , Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride . Par . Younger than fhe are happy mothers made . Cap . And too foon marr'd are thofe fo early made ...
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... She's not fourteen . Nurse . I lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) fhe's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lemmas - tide ? La . Cap . A fortnight and odd days . Nurfe . Even or odd , of ...
... She's not fourteen . Nurse . I lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet to my teen be it spoken , I have but four ; ) fhe's not fourteen ; how long is it now to Lemmas - tide ? La . Cap . A fortnight and odd days . Nurfe . Even or odd , of ...
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... she could stand alone ; nay , by th ' rood , she could . have run , and waddled all about ; for even the day be- fore the broke her brow , and then my husband , ( God be with his foul , a ' was a merry man ; ) took up the child ; Yea ...
... she could stand alone ; nay , by th ' rood , she could . have run , and waddled all about ; for even the day be- fore the broke her brow , and then my husband , ( God be with his foul , a ' was a merry man ; ) took up the child ; Yea ...
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... She is the Fancy's midwife , and she comes In shape no bigger than an agat - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman ; Drawn with a team of little atomies , Athwart mens ' nofes as they lie asleep : Her waggon - fpokes made of long ...
... She is the Fancy's midwife , and she comes In shape no bigger than an agat - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman ; Drawn with a team of little atomies , Athwart mens ' nofes as they lie asleep : Her waggon - fpokes made of long ...
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