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Pagina 39
... eyes . When I confider , What great creation , and what dole of honour , Flies where you bid ; I find , that fhe , which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base , is now ( 22 ) My bonour's at the flake ; which to defeat • I must ...
... eyes . When I confider , What great creation , and what dole of honour , Flies where you bid ; I find , that fhe , which late Was in my nobler thoughts most base , is now ( 22 ) My bonour's at the flake ; which to defeat • I must ...
Pagina 53
... eyes , to be the mark Of fmoaky mufkets ? O you leaden meffengers , That ride upon the violent fpeed of fire , Fly with falle aim ; move the ftill piercing air , That fings with piercing , do not touch my Lord : Whoever shoots at him ...
... eyes , to be the mark Of fmoaky mufkets ? O you leaden meffengers , That ride upon the violent fpeed of fire , Fly with falle aim ; move the ftill piercing air , That fings with piercing , do not touch my Lord : Whoever shoots at him ...
Pagina 67
... eyes . [ They feize him and blindfold bin Inter . Bofkos thromuldo bofkos . Par . I know , you are the Muskos regiment , And I fhall lofe my life for want of language . If there be here German , or Dane , low Dutch , Italian , or French ...
... eyes . [ They feize him and blindfold bin Inter . Bofkos thromuldo bofkos . Par . I know , you are the Muskos regiment , And I fhall lofe my life for want of language . If there be here German , or Dane , low Dutch , Italian , or French ...
Pagina 89
... eyes ; whofe words all ears took captive ; Whose dear perfection , hearts , that fcorn'd to ferve , Humbly call'd mistress . King . Praifing what is loft , Makes the remembrance dear . Well - call him hither ; We're reconcil'd , and the ...
... eyes ; whofe words all ears took captive ; Whose dear perfection , hearts , that fcorn'd to ferve , Humbly call'd mistress . King . Praifing what is loft , Makes the remembrance dear . Well - call him hither ; We're reconcil'd , and the ...
Pagina 90
... eye enfixing , Contempt his fcornful perfpective did lend me , Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour , or exprefs'd it ftoll'n , Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous object : thence it ...
... eye enfixing , Contempt his fcornful perfpective did lend me , Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour , or exprefs'd it ftoll'n , Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous object : thence it ...
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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 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.