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God fhield , you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ! what , pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondnefs . - Now I fee ( 9 ) The myft'ry of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears head ; now to all fenfe ...
Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave and love Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To thofe of mine in court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and he fure of this ...
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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 396 - 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 260 - 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.