 | British poets - 1824 - 676 pagina’s
...crime, Acting it many ways. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn rev'rence ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious...you have but mistook me all this while : ' I live on bread like you, feel want like you, Taste grief, need friends, like you : subjected thus, How can... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 pagina’s
...last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king ! Cover your neads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence...throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duly, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,... | |
 | Ebenezer Rhodes - 1824 - 420 pagina’s
...homage. " With solemn reverence; throw away respect, " Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood "Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty; " For you have but mistook me all this while: " I live on bread like you — feel want, taste grief, " How can you say to me, I am a king ?" SHAKSPEAEE, Rich.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 pagina’s
...thas, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king! yon have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like yon, feel want, taste grief. Need friends... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 438 pagina’s
...thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, For you have but mistook me all this while : Need... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 936 pagina’s
...and blood With *olemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For yon have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel wan(, laste grief, Need friends :— Subjected thus, How can you say to me— I am a king t Car. My... | |
 | 1825 - 292 pagina’s
...are heard no more ! SJ Bolt-court, London. HUSBAND HUNTING; 0», THE MOTHER AND DAUGHTERS. CHAPTER I. I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends. — Shakspeare. 'I "W. IT grows late, your honour," said old Peter, the white-headed valet de chambre... | |
 | Literary gems - 1826 - 718 pagina’s
...thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and—farewell king ! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...have but mistook me all this while : ,'...:. I live on bread like you, feel want, 'taste grief, Need friends;—subjected thus, How can you say to me—I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 560 pagina’s
...print. Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king ! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition w, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 514 pagina’s
...thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king ! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition9, form, and ceremonious duty, a there the antick sits,] Here is an allusion to the antick... | |
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Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,... 
