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Pagina 6
Poor souls ! they perleaky as an unstanched wench . ished , Boats . Lay her a -
hold , a - hold : set her two Had I been any god of power , I would courses ; off to
sea again , lay her off . Have sunk the sea within the earth , or ere It should the ...
Poor souls ! they perleaky as an unstanched wench . ished , Boats . Lay her a -
hold , a - hold : set her two Had I been any god of power , I would courses ; off to
sea again , lay her off . Have sunk the sea within the earth , or ere It should the ...
Pagina 7
he whom , next thyself , Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! — my library Of all the
world I loved , and to him put Was dukedom large enough : of temporal royalties
The manage of my state ; as , at that time , He thinks me now incapable ...
he whom , next thyself , Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! — my library Of all the
world I loved , and to him put Was dukedom large enough : of temporal royalties
The manage of my state ; as , at that time , He thinks me now incapable ...
Pagina 18
Lead off this ground ; and let ' s make in England now ( as once I was ) , and had
this fish further search painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a For my
poor son . piece of silver : there would this monster make a Gon . Heavens keep ...
Lead off this ground ; and let ' s make in England now ( as once I was ) , and had
this fish further search painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a For my
poor son . piece of silver : there would this monster make a Gon . Heavens keep ...
Pagina 19
... monster : a most scurvy monster ! Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans '
scaped ! I could find in my heart to beat him ,Ste . Pr ' ythee , do not turn me about
; my Ste . Come , kiss . stomach is not constant . I Trin . — but that the poor ...
... monster : a most scurvy monster ! Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapolitans '
scaped ! I could find in my heart to beat him ,Ste . Pr ' ythee , do not turn me about
; my Ste . Come , kiss . stomach is not constant . I Trin . — but that the poor ...
Pagina 20
A howling monster ; a drunken monster . wonder of a poor drunkard . Cal . I pr '
ythee , let me bring thee where crabs | CALIBAN sings . grow ; No more dams I ' ll
make for fish ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Nor fetch in firing ...
A howling monster ; a drunken monster . wonder of a poor drunkard . Cal . I pr '
ythee , let me bring thee where crabs | CALIBAN sings . grow ; No more dams I ' ll
make for fish ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Nor fetch in firing ...
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Pagina 358 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.