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... false , Pardon it , Heaven ! And if I did want Virtue , you safely may forgive that too ; For I have lost none , that I had from you . Evad . Nay , leave this sad talk , madam . Asp . ' Would , I could ! then should I leave the cause ...
... false , Pardon it , Heaven ! And if I did want Virtue , you safely may forgive that too ; For I have lost none , that I had from you . Evad . Nay , leave this sad talk , madam . Asp . ' Would , I could ! then should I leave the cause ...
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... false heart , Theseus ! Does not the story say , his keel was split , Or his masts spent , or some kind rock or other Met with his vessel ? Ant . Not as I remember . Asp . It should have been so . know this , Could the gods And not , of ...
... false heart , Theseus ! Does not the story say , his keel was split , Or his masts spent , or some kind rock or other Met with his vessel ? Ant . Not as I remember . Asp . It should have been so . know this , Could the gods And not , of ...
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... false , and treacherous , And every ill . But- Mel . Stay , stay , my friend ; I fear this sound will not become our loves . No more ; embrace me . Amin . Oh , mistake me not : I know thee to be full of all those deeds , That we frail ...
... false , and treacherous , And every ill . But- Mel . Stay , stay , my friend ; I fear this sound will not become our loves . No more ; embrace me . Amin . Oh , mistake me not : I know thee to be full of all those deeds , That we frail ...
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... false women ! They reign here like those plagues , those killing sores , Men pray against ; and , when they die , like tales Ill told and unbelieved , they pass away , And go to dust forgotten ! But , my lord , Those short days I shall ...
... false women ! They reign here like those plagues , those killing sores , Men pray against ; and , when they die , like tales Ill told and unbelieved , they pass away , And go to dust forgotten ! But , my lord , Those short days I shall ...
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... false , And that you clothe your hate in such a lie , You shall hereafter dote in your own house , Not in the court . Cal . Why , if it be a lie , Mine ears are false ; for , I'll be sworn , I heard it . Old men are good for nothing ...
... false , And that you clothe your hate in such a lie , You shall hereafter dote in your own house , Not in the court . Cal . Why , if it be a lie , Mine ears are false ; for , I'll be sworn , I heard it . Old men are good for nothing ...
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Acast Alic Amin arms art thou Arvida Bajazet bear behold bless blood bosom brave breast Cæsar Cali Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse danger dare Daugh dear death DIPHILUS dost thou dreadful e'er Enter Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Palmira passion peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent villain virtue vows weep wilt wish wretch wrong Zaph Zaphna Zara
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Page 358 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 358 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 346 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 248 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Page 210 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins ; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice ; . • As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection,. * Than punish to extent, Ant.
Page 10 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Page 10 - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia ; And you shall find all true but the wild island. Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now...
Page 191 - Nay, stop not. Ant. Antony, — Well, thou wilt have it, — like a coward, fled, Fled while his soldiers fought ; fled first, Ventidius. Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave. I know thou cam'st prepared to rail. Vent. I did.
Page 276 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Page 33 - Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by, made by himself, Of many several flowers, bred in the...