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... elfe That live in her ? when liver , brain , and heart , Three fov'reign thrones , are all fupply'd , and fill'd , ( O fweet perfection ! ) with one felf - fame King ! Away before me to fweet beds of flowers ; Love - thoughts lie rich ...
... elfe That live in her ? when liver , brain , and heart , Three fov'reign thrones , are all fupply'd , and fill'd , ( O fweet perfection ! ) with one felf - fame King ! Away before me to fweet beds of flowers ; Love - thoughts lie rich ...
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... elfe m hap , to time I will commit ; Only fhape thou thy filence to my wit . Cap . Be you his eunuch , and your mute I'll be ; When my tongue blabs , then let mine eyes not fee . Vio . I thank thee : lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III ...
... elfe m hap , to time I will commit ; Only fhape thou thy filence to my wit . Cap . Be you his eunuch , and your mute I'll be ; When my tongue blabs , then let mine eyes not fee . Vio . I thank thee : lead me on . [ Exeunt . SCENE III ...
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... elfe ? were we not born under Taurus ? Sir And . Taurus ? that's fides and heart . Sir To . No , Sir , it is legs and thighs . Let me fee . thee caper ; ha ! higher : ha , ha ! H 2 -excellent . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE V. Changes to the ...
... elfe ? were we not born under Taurus ? Sir And . Taurus ? that's fides and heart . Sir To . No , Sir , it is legs and thighs . Let me fee . thee caper ; ha ! higher : ha , ha ! H 2 -excellent . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE V. Changes to the ...
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... Elfe would I very shortly see thee there : But come what may , I do adore thee fo , The danger fhall seem sport , and I will go . SCENE II . Enter Viola , and Malvolio , at feveral doors .. [ Exit . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the ...
... Elfe would I very shortly see thee there : But come what may , I do adore thee fo , The danger fhall seem sport , and I will go . SCENE II . Enter Viola , and Malvolio , at feveral doors .. [ Exit . Mal . Were not you e'en now with the ...
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... elfe , Save in the conftant image of the creature That is belov'd . How doft thou like this tune ? Vio . " It gives a very echo from the feat " Where love is thron'd . " Duke . Thou doft fpeak masterly . My life upon't , young though ...
... elfe , Save in the conftant image of the creature That is belov'd . How doft thou like this tune ? Vio . " It gives a very echo from the feat " Where love is thron'd . " Duke . Thou doft fpeak masterly . My life upon't , young though ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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