The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, 4 tomasJ. Tonson, 1714 |
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... Arms ; even so , my Limbs , Weakened with Grief , being now inrag'd with Grief , Are thrice themselves . Hence therefore thou nice Crutch , A fcaly Gauntlet now , with Joints of Steel Muft glove this Hand . And hence thou fickly Quoif ...
... Arms ; even so , my Limbs , Weakened with Grief , being now inrag'd with Grief , Are thrice themselves . Hence therefore thou nice Crutch , A fcaly Gauntlet now , with Joints of Steel Muft glove this Hand . And hence thou fickly Quoif ...
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... ? Mow . I well allow the occafion of our Arms , But gladly would be better satisfied , [ Means : How , in our Means , we should advance our selves , Ta To look with Forehead bull and big enough , Upon 20 The Second Part of.
... ? Mow . I well allow the occafion of our Arms , But gladly would be better satisfied , [ Means : How , in our Means , we should advance our selves , Ta To look with Forehead bull and big enough , Upon 20 The Second Part of.
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... Arms . The Commonwealth is fick of their own choice , Their over - greedy Love hath furfeited . An Habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar Heart . O thou fond Many ! with what loud Applaufe Did'st thou beat Heav ...
... Arms . The Commonwealth is fick of their own choice , Their over - greedy Love hath furfeited . An Habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar Heart . O thou fond Many ! with what loud Applaufe Did'st thou beat Heav ...
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... Arms are you become ? Is it such a mat- ter to get a Pottle - pots Maiden - head ? Page . He call'd me even now , my Lord , through a red Lattice , and I could difcern no part of his Face from the Window ; at last 1 spy'd his Eyes , and ...
... Arms are you become ? Is it such a mat- ter to get a Pottle - pots Maiden - head ? Page . He call'd me even now , my Lord , through a red Lattice , and I could difcern no part of his Face from the Window ; at last 1 spy'd his Eyes , and ...
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... stop Our very Veins of Life . Hear me more plainly . I have in equal Ballance justly weigh'd , What Wrongs our Arms may do , what Wrongs we fuffer , And : And find our Griefs heavier than our Offences . 56 The Second Part of.
... stop Our very Veins of Life . Hear me more plainly . I have in equal Ballance justly weigh'd , What Wrongs our Arms may do , what Wrongs we fuffer , And : And find our Griefs heavier than our Offences . 56 The Second Part of.
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
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149 psl. - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
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101 psl. - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
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148 psl. - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
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