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... heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That fhall attend his love . Count ...
... heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That fhall attend his love . Count ...
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... heav'n . The fatal fky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,. That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace ...
... heav'n . The fatal fky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,. That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace ...
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... heav'n , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; Ged God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and 20 ALL's well , that ENDS well .
... heav'n , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; Ged God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and 20 ALL's well , that ENDS well .
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... heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not ...
... heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel . Your pardon , noble mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not ...
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... heav'n , I love your fon : My friends were poor , but honest ; fo's my love ; Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is lov'd of me ; I follow him not By any token of prefumptuous fuit ; Nor would I have him , ' till I do ...
... heav'n , I love your fon : My friends were poor , but honest ; fo's my love ; Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is lov'd of me ; I follow him not By any token of prefumptuous fuit ; Nor would I have him , ' till I do ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 396 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 260 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Seite 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.