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... death , Par . Juft , you fay well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly fay , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is indeed , if you will have it in fhewing , you fhall read it in , what do you call there-- Laf . Afbewing of a ...
... death , Par . Juft , you fay well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly fay , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is indeed , if you will have it in fhewing , you fhall read it in , what do you call there-- Laf . Afbewing of a ...
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... death fit on thy cheek for ever , We'll ne'er come there again . King . Make choice , and fee , Who fhuns thy love , fhuns all his love in me . Hel . Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god moft high , Do ...
... death fit on thy cheek for ever , We'll ne'er come there again . King . Make choice , and fee , Who fhuns thy love , fhuns all his love in me . Hel . Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god moft high , Do ...
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... death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With fharp constraint of hunger : better ' twere That all the miferies which nature owes , Were mine at once . No , come thou home , Roufillon ; Whence honour ...
... death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav'ning lion when he roar'd With fharp constraint of hunger : better ' twere That all the miferies which nature owes , Were mine at once . No , come thou home , Roufillon ; Whence honour ...
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... death and danger dog the heels of worth . He is too good and fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildest words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting ...
... death and danger dog the heels of worth . He is too good and fair for death and me , Whom I myself embrace , to fet him free . Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildest words ? Rynaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting ...
57 psl.
... death ; her death itself ( which could not be her office to fay , is come ) was faithfully confirm'd by the rector of the place . 2 Lord . Hath the Count all this intelligence ? 1 Lord . Ay , and the particular confirmations , point ...
... death ; her death itself ( which could not be her office to fay , is come ) was faithfully confirm'd by the rector of the place . 2 Lord . Hath the Count all this intelligence ? 1 Lord . Ay , and the particular confirmations , point ...
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324 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
248 psl. - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
324 psl. - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
330 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
57 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.