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Página 52 - How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes ill deeds done...
Página 59 - Be great in act, as you have been in thought ; Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, Govern the motion of a kingly eye. Be stirring as the time ; be fire with fire ; Threaten the threatener, and outface the brow Of bragging horror ; so shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviors from the great, Grow great by your example, and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Página 44 - I should be as merry as the day is long ; And so I would be here, but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me : He is afraid of me, and I of him : Is it my fault that I was...
Página 45 - Or, what good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think, my love was crafty love, And call it cunning : Do, an if you will, If Heaven be pleased, that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Página 34 - ... greatness. What a fool art thou, A ramping fool ; to brag, and stamp, and swear, Upon my party ! Thou cold-blooded slave, Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side ? Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength ? And dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame, And hang a calfs-skin on those recreant limbs.