Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... wrong , To give her so much grief , and not a tongue . Poor inftrument ( quoth she ) without a found ! I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue ; And drop fweet balm in Priam's painted wound , And rail on Pyrrhus , that hath done him ...
... wrong , To give her so much grief , and not a tongue . Poor inftrument ( quoth she ) without a found ! I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue ; And drop fweet balm in Priam's painted wound , And rail on Pyrrhus , that hath done him ...
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... wrong . Say that thou didst forfake me for fome fault , And I will comment upon that offence : Speak of my lameness , and I ftrait will halt ; Against thy reafons making no defence . Thou canst not ( love ) difgrace me half fo ill , To ...
... wrong . Say that thou didst forfake me for fome fault , And I will comment upon that offence : Speak of my lameness , and I ftrait will halt ; Against thy reafons making no defence . Thou canst not ( love ) difgrace me half fo ill , To ...
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... wrong the recompence of right ? Is all our friendship guerdon'd with despight ; I doubt me then , whether in our court doth tarry A friendly gueft , or a fierce adversary , Nor blame me , for if juftly you confider , And thefe ...
... wrong the recompence of right ? Is all our friendship guerdon'd with despight ; I doubt me then , whether in our court doth tarry A friendly gueft , or a fierce adversary , Nor blame me , for if juftly you confider , And thefe ...
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