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Pagina 13
... lives not his epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would , I were with him ! he would always fay ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there and to bear ; ) Let me not ...
... lives not his epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would , I were with him ! he would always fay ( Methinks , I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted them To grow there and to bear ; ) Let me not ...
Pagina 14
... live , ( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive fenfes All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their ...
... live , ( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the fnuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive fenfes All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their ...
Pagina 20
... live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my mother ! - or were you both our ...
... live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed , my mother ! - or were you both our ...
Pagina 22
... lives fweetly , where the dies . Count . Had you not lately an intent , fpeak truly , To go to Paris ? 3 Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel I will tell truth ; by grace itfelf , I fwear , You know , my father left ...
... lives fweetly , where the dies . Count . Had you not lately an intent , fpeak truly , To go to Paris ? 3 Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel I will tell truth ; by grace itfelf , I fwear , You know , my father left ...
Pagina 24
... live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 10 ) let higher Italy ( 10 ) -let bigber Italy ( Thofe bated , that inherit but the fall 3 ( Thofe Of the laft monarchy ; ) fee , & c . ] This feems to me one of the very obfcure ...
... live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 10 ) let higher Italy ( 10 ) -let bigber Italy ( Thofe bated , that inherit but the fall 3 ( Thofe Of the laft monarchy ; ) fee , & c . ] This feems to me one of the very obfcure ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 394 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 258 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Pagina 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.