The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, 4 tomasJ. Tonson, 1714 |
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... loving Complices Lean on your Health , the which if you give o'er To stormy Paffion , must perforce decay . You cast th ' Event of War , my noble Lord , And summ'd the account of Chance , before you said Let us make Head : It was your ...
... loving Complices Lean on your Health , the which if you give o'er To stormy Paffion , must perforce decay . You cast th ' Event of War , my noble Lord , And summ'd the account of Chance , before you said Let us make Head : It was your ...
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... 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'n with blessing Bullingbroke , Before he was , what thou would'st have him ...
... 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'n with blessing Bullingbroke , Before he was , what thou would'st have him ...
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... love with my Greatness . What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy Name ? or to know thy Face to morrow ? or to take Note how many pair of Silk Stockings thou hast ? ( viz . these , and those. thou 1. Draw 28. The. Second. Part. of.
... love with my Greatness . What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy Name ? or to know thy Face to morrow ? or to take Note how many pair of Silk Stockings thou hast ? ( viz . these , and those. thou 1. Draw 28. The. Second. Part. of.
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... love swagger- ing ; I am the worse when one says swagger : Feel , Ma- sters , how I shake ; look you , I warrant you . Dol . So you do , Hostess . Hoft . Do 13 yea , in very Truth do I , if it were an Af- pen Leaf : I cannot abide ...
... love swagger- ing ; I am the worse when one says swagger : Feel , Ma- sters , how I shake ; look you , I warrant you . Dol . So you do , Hostess . Hoft . Do 13 yea , in very Truth do I , if it were an Af- pen Leaf : I cannot abide ...
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... love thee --Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy , worth five of Agamemnon ; and ten times better than the nine Worthies : Ah Villain . : Fal . A rascally Slave ! I will toss the Rogue in a Blanket ... Dol . Do , if thou dar'st for ...
... love thee --Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy , worth five of Agamemnon ; and ten times better than the nine Worthies : Ah Villain . : Fal . A rascally Slave ! I will toss the Rogue in a Blanket ... Dol . Do , if thou dar'st for ...
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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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