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Noth di tie foc Moth . pea I mallre Moth . aders est me Arm . Motle F Ada whit Ari MO SODE four that obscene and most preposterous event , that Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . draweth from my snow - white pen the ...
Noth di tie foc Moth . pea I mallre Moth . aders est me Arm . Motle F Ada whit Ari MO SODE four that obscene and most preposterous event , that Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . draweth from my snow - white pen the ...
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Arm . Take away this villain ; shot him up ! Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two or one Moth . Come , yon transgressing slave ; away ! of the four . Cost . Let me not be pent up , sir ; I will fast , being Arm . Tell me ...
Arm . Take away this villain ; shot him up ! Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two or one Moth . Come , yon transgressing slave ; away ! of the four . Cost . Let me not be pent up , sir ; I will fast , being Arm . Tell me ...
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Arm . Warble , child ; make passionate my sense of Long . ... Arm . Pow mean'st thou ? brawling in French ? ... And wherefore not ships ? of your eyes ; with your arms crossed on your thin No sheep , sweet lamb , unless we feed on yonr ...
Arm . Warble , child ; make passionate my sense of Long . ... Arm . Pow mean'st thou ? brawling in French ? ... And wherefore not ships ? of your eyes ; with your arms crossed on your thin No sheep , sweet lamb , unless we feed on yonr ...
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Deratio Degerate a a Antic ; joy her . swi at all . is set la ang Lirze Edwe Shat 1901 And I a With AS , E Arm . Almost I had . Would you desire more ? ted to he Moth . Negligent student ! learn her by heart ! Cost .
Deratio Degerate a a Antic ; joy her . swi at all . is set la ang Lirze Edwe Shat 1901 And I a With AS , E Arm . Almost I had . Would you desire more ? ted to he Moth . Negligent student ! learn her by heart ! Cost .
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Only for praise ; and praise we may afford Regent of love - rhymes , lord of folded arms , To any lady , that subdues a lord . The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , Enter CostARD . Liege of all loiterers aud malcontents , Prin .
Only for praise ; and praise we may afford Regent of love - rhymes , lord of folded arms , To any lady , that subdues a lord . The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , Enter CostARD . Liege of all loiterers aud malcontents , Prin .
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Seite 365 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war...
Seite 253 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 365 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Seite 305 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Seite 287 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 265 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 252 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.