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And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-
thank-you, many thousands more That go before it. Leon. Stay your thanks
awhile ; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am questioned
by my ...
And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-
thank-you, many thousands more That go before it. Leon. Stay your thanks
awhile ; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am questioned
by my ...
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... hoxes” honesty behind, restraining From course required; or else thou must be
counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a
fool, That seest a game played home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'st it all for jest.
... hoxes” honesty behind, restraining From course required; or else thou must be
counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a
fool, That seest a game played home, the rich stake drawn, And tak'st it all for jest.
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It was told me, I should be rich, by the fairies: this is some changeling.—Open't.
What's within, boy? Clo. You're a made “old man; if the sins of your youth are
forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! All gold! Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and '
twill ...
It was told me, I should be rich, by the fairies: this is some changeling.—Open't.
What's within, boy? Clo. You're a made “old man; if the sins of your youth are
forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! All gold! Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and '
twill ...
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The words pale and red were used for the sake of the antithesis. The glow of
spring reigns over the paleness of winter. 3 A puggard was a cant name for some
kind of thief. 4 Aunt was a cant word for a bawd or trull. 5 i.e. rich velvet, so called.
The words pale and red were used for the sake of the antithesis. The glow of
spring reigns over the paleness of winter. 3 A puggard was a cant name for some
kind of thief. 4 Aunt was a cant word for a bawd or trull. 5 i.e. rich velvet, so called.
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Then make your garden rich in gilliflowers, And do not call them bastards. Per. I'll
not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them; No more than, were I painted, I
would wish This youth should, say, 'twere well; and only therefore Desire to ...
Then make your garden rich in gilliflowers, And do not call them bastards. Per. I'll
not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them; No more than, were I painted, I
would wish This youth should, say, 'twere well; and only therefore Desire to ...
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Página 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Página 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.