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Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Pro . A devil , a born devil , on whose nature Answer your summons ; Juno does command : Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains , Come , temperate nymphs , and help to celebrate ...
Leave your crisp channels , and on this green land Pro . A devil , a born devil , on whose nature Answer your summons ; Juno does command : Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains , Come , temperate nymphs , and help to celebrate ...
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Sweet Proteus , no ! now let us take our leave . Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel ! ... That's on some shallow story of deep love , IIe leaves his friends , to dignify them more ; How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont .
Sweet Proteus , no ! now let us take our leave . Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel ! ... That's on some shallow story of deep love , IIe leaves his friends , to dignify them more ; How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont .
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Give him leave , madam ; he is a kind of came- Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; ' why , my grandam having no eyes , look yon , wept ** Upon a homely object love can wink . self blind at my parting .
Give him leave , madam ; he is a kind of came- Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; ' why , my grandam having no eyes , look yon , wept ** Upon a homely object love can wink . self blind at my parting .
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To leave my Julia , shall I be forsworn ; He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones , To love fair Silvia , shall I be forsworn ; Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge To wrong my friend , I shall be much forsworn ; He overtaketh in ...
To leave my Julia , shall I be forsworn ; He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones , To love fair Silvia , shall I be forsworn ; Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge To wrong my friend , I shall be much forsworn ; He overtaketh in ...
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Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred Shal . Sir Hugh , persuade me not ; I will make a Star - pound ? chamber matter of it : if he were twenty sir John Fal- Eva . Ay , and her father is make her a petter pennystaffs , he shall not ...
Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred Shal . Sir Hugh , persuade me not ; I will make a Star - pound ? chamber matter of it : if he were twenty sir John Fal- Eva . Ay , and her father is make her a petter pennystaffs , he shall not ...
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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.