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... thy body that I am father to , then call me hufband : but in fuch a then I write a never ... thou engroffeft all the griefs as thine , Thou robb'ft me of a moiety : he was my fon ; But I do wash his name out of my blood , D 2 And And thou art ...
... thy body that I am father to , then call me hufband : but in fuch a then I write a never ... thou engroffeft all the griefs as thine , Thou robb'ft me of a moiety : he was my fon ; But I do wash his name out of my blood , D 2 And And thou art ...
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William Shakespeare. And thou art all my child . Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gent . Ay , Madam . Count . And to be a foldier ? 2 Gent . Such is his noble purpose ; and , believe't , The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good ...
William Shakespeare. And thou art all my child . Towards Florence is he ? 2 Gent . Ay , Madam . Count . And to be a foldier ? 2 Gent . Such is his noble purpose ; and , believe't , The Duke will lay upon him all the honour That good ...
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... thou Waft fhot at with fair eyes , to be the mark Of fmoaky mufkets ? O you leaden meffengers , That ride upon the ... art , and we , Great in our hope , lay our best love and credence Upon thy promifing fortune . Ber . Sir , it is A ...
... thou Waft fhot at with fair eyes , to be the mark Of fmoaky mufkets ? O you leaden meffengers , That ride upon the ... art , and we , Great in our hope , lay our best love and credence Upon thy promifing fortune . Ber . Sir , it is A ...
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... Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant you . Lord . But what linfy - woolfy haft thou to speak to us again ? Sol . Ev'n fuch as you speak to me .. Lord . He muft think us fome band of strangers ...
... Art not acquainted with him ? knows he not thy voice ? Sol . No , Sir , I warrant you . Lord . But what linfy - woolfy haft thou to speak to us again ? Sol . Ev'n fuch as you speak to me .. Lord . He muft think us fome band of strangers ...
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... thou art , will lead thee on To gather from thee . Haply thou may'st inform Something to fave thy life . Par . Oh let me live , And all the fecrets of our camp I'll fhew ; Their force , their purposes : nay , I'll speak that Which you ...
... thou art , will lead thee on To gather from thee . Haply thou may'st inform Something to fave thy life . Par . Oh let me live , And all the fecrets of our camp I'll fhew ; Their force , their purposes : nay , I'll speak that Which you ...
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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.
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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.