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... never know , how that defert fhall be . I know I love in vain , ftrive against hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , 1 ftill pour in the waters of my love , My dearest Madam , And lack not to lofe ftill : thus , Indian ...
... never know , how that defert fhall be . I know I love in vain , ftrive against hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , 1 ftill pour in the waters of my love , My dearest Madam , And lack not to lofe ftill : thus , Indian ...
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... never ranfom nature From her unaidable eftate ; we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help ...
... never ranfom nature From her unaidable eftate ; we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help ...
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... never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! [ To the third . Laf . Thefe boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her : fure they are bastards to the English ...
... never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows , and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! [ To the third . Laf . Thefe boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her : fure they are bastards to the English ...
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... never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that would be known ; to th ' wars ...
... never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that would be known ; to th ' wars ...
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... never come , Whilft I can fhake my fword , or hear the drum : Away , and for our flight . Par . Bravely , Couragio ! ACT III . SCENE I. The Duke's court in Florence . [ Exeunt . Flourish . Enter the Duke of Florence , two French Lords ...
... never come , Whilft I can fhake my fword , or hear the drum : Away , and for our flight . Par . Bravely , Couragio ! ACT III . SCENE I. The Duke's court in Florence . [ Exeunt . Flourish . Enter the Duke of Florence , two French Lords ...
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