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By his acquaintance and my behaviour , But yet beware thou come not in , He showed to me right friendly favour ; Till time thou may thy passport win . ' He gets his passport , and his tale proceeds thus : “ This devil and I ...
By his acquaintance and my behaviour , But yet beware thou come not in , He showed to me right friendly favour ; Till time thou may thy passport win . ' He gets his passport , and his tale proceeds thus : “ This devil and I ...
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I promise thee , nurse , I favour her . R. Roister . I can thee thank that thou canst M. Mumbl . E'en so , sir . such answers devise : R. Roister . Bid her ' sue to me for marriage . But I perceive thou dost me throughly know .
I promise thee , nurse , I favour her . R. Roister . I can thee thank that thou canst M. Mumbl . E'en so , sir . such answers devise : R. Roister . Bid her ' sue to me for marriage . But I perceive thou dost me throughly know .
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Ne yet he wrongeth you , that giveth Or to oppressing of the rightful cause , you Or not to wreak the wrongs done to the poor , So large a reign , ere that the course of time To tread down truth , or favour false deceit ; Bring you to ...
Ne yet he wrongeth you , that giveth Or to oppressing of the rightful cause , you Or not to wreak the wrongs done to the poor , So large a reign , ere that the course of time To tread down truth , or favour false deceit ; Bring you to ...
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Porrex , alas , is by his mother slain , O queen of adamant , О marble breast , And with her hand , a woful thing to tell , If not the favour of his comely face , While slumbering on his careful bed he rests , If not his princely cheers ...
Porrex , alas , is by his mother slain , O queen of adamant , О marble breast , And with her hand , a woful thing to tell , If not the favour of his comely face , While slumbering on his careful bed he rests , If not his princely cheers ...
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No more , Hephestion ; in this case I will favour , which maketh you to despair of my use mine own counsel , and in all other thine ad - face ; and then shall you have as great thanks vice . Thou may'st be a good soldier , but never to ...
No more , Hephestion ; in this case I will favour , which maketh you to despair of my use mine own counsel , and in all other thine ad - face ; and then shall you have as great thanks vice . Thou may'st be a good soldier , but never to ...
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Seite 120 - Her lips suck forth my soul, see where it flies! Come Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Seite 108 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Seite 163 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 112 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
Seite l - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin. All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes. She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas ! become of me?
Seite 317 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Seite 56 - He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in the fear of God ; and he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds ; as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
Seite 56 - Although my house be not so with God; yet he hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure: for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although he make it not to grow.
Seite 110 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Seite 114 - And long ere this I should have slain myself, Had not sweet pleasure conquered deep despair, Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love and CEnon's death? And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis ? Why should I die then, or basely despair ? I am resolved.- Faustus shall ne'er repent— Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, And argue of divine Astrology.