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0 , my gentle master , O , my sweet master , O you memory Of old sir Rowland !
why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ?
And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond
to ...
0 , my gentle master , O , my sweet master , O you memory Of old sir Rowland !
why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ?
And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond
to ...
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My errand is to you , fair youth ; My gentle Phebe bid me give you this : [ Giving a
letter . I know not the contents ; but , as I guess , By the stern brow , and waspish
action Which she did use as she was writing of it , It bears an angry tenour ...
My errand is to you , fair youth ; My gentle Phebe bid me give you this : [ Giving a
letter . I know not the contents ; but , as I guess , By the stern brow , and waspish
action Which she did use as she was writing of it , It bears an angry tenour ...
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On the ground Sleep sound : I ' ll apply To your eye , Gentle lover , remedy . [
Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER ' s eye . When thou wak ' st , Thou tak ' st
True delight In the sight Of thy former lady ' s eye : And the country proverb known
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On the ground Sleep sound : I ' ll apply To your eye , Gentle lover , remedy . [
Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER ' s eye . When thou wak ' st , Thou tak ' st
True delight In the sight Of thy former lady ' s eye : And the country proverb known
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Nothing but peace , and gentle visitation . Ros . What would they , say they ?
Boyet . Nothing but peace , and gentle visitation . Ros . Why , that they have ; and
bid them so be gone . Boyet . She says you have it , and you may be gone . King .
Nothing but peace , and gentle visitation . Ros . What would they , say they ?
Boyet . Nothing but peace , and gentle visitation . Ros . Why , that they have ; and
bid them so be gone . Boyet . She says you have it , and you may be gone . King .
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In happy time ;Enter a gentle Astringer . This man may help me to his majesty ' s
ear , If he would spend bis power . - God save you , sir . ( 0 ) Carbonadoed - i . e .
scotched like a picce of meat for the gridiron . So , 10 Coriolunus : " Before ...
In happy time ;Enter a gentle Astringer . This man may help me to his majesty ' s
ear , If he would spend bis power . - God save you , sir . ( 0 ) Carbonadoed - i . e .
scotched like a picce of meat for the gridiron . So , 10 Coriolunus : " Before ...
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Seite 35 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Seite 139 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Seite 22 - The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 35 - Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part; the sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd...
Seite 181 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.