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Pagina 12
And that thou oft provok'st : yet grossly fear'st Claud . The princely Angelo ? Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not Isab . O , ' tis the cunning livery of hell , thyself ; The damnedst body to invest and cover For thou exist'st ...
And that thou oft provok'st : yet grossly fear'st Claud . The princely Angelo ? Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not Isab . O , ' tis the cunning livery of hell , thyself ; The damnedst body to invest and cover For thou exist'st ...
Pagina 44
The flow'r that ' s like thy face , pale primrose ; I tremble still with fear : but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity The azur'd hare - bell , like thy veins ; no , nor As a wren's eye , fear'd gods , a part of it !
The flow'r that ' s like thy face , pale primrose ; I tremble still with fear : but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity The azur'd hare - bell , like thy veins ; no , nor As a wren's eye , fear'd gods , a part of it !
Pagina 68
You all did love him once , not without cause ; Against the Fears of Death . ... -Bear with It seems to me most strange , that men should me ; Seeing that death , a necessary end , [ fear ; My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar ...
You all did love him once , not without cause ; Against the Fears of Death . ... -Bear with It seems to me most strange , that men should me ; Seeing that death , a necessary end , [ fear ; My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar ...
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