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... Arms ; even fo , my Limbs , Weakened with Grief , being now inrag'd with Grief , Are thrice themselves . Hence therefore thou nice Crutch , A fcaly Gauntlet now , with Joints of Steel And hence thou fickly Quoif , Muft glove this Hand ...
... Arms ; even fo , my Limbs , Weakened with Grief , being now inrag'd with Grief , Are thrice themselves . Hence therefore thou nice Crutch , A fcaly Gauntlet now , with Joints of Steel And hence thou fickly Quoif , Muft glove this Hand ...
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... ? Mow . I well allow the occafion of our Arms , But gladly would be better satisfied , [ Means : How , in our Means , we should advance our felves , To To look with Forehead bell and big enough , Upon 20 The Second Part of.
... ? Mow . I well allow the occafion of our Arms , But gladly would be better satisfied , [ Means : How , in our Means , we should advance our felves , To To look with Forehead bell and big enough , Upon 20 The Second Part of.
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... Arms . The Commonwealth is fick of their own choice , Their over - greedy Love hath furfeited . An Habitation giddy and unfure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar Heart . O thou fond Many ! with what loud Applaufe Did't thou beat Heav'n ...
... Arms . The Commonwealth is fick of their own choice , Their over - greedy Love hath furfeited . An Habitation giddy and unfure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar Heart . O thou fond Many ! with what loud Applaufe Did't thou beat Heav'n ...
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... Arms are you become ? Is it fuch a mat- . ter to get a Pottle - pots Maiden - head ? " Page . He call'd me even now , my Lord , through a red Lattice , and I could difcern no part of his Face from the Window ; at laft 1 fpy'd his Eyes ...
... Arms are you become ? Is it fuch a mat- . ter to get a Pottle - pots Maiden - head ? " Page . He call'd me even now , my Lord , through a red Lattice , and I could difcern no part of his Face from the Window ; at laft 1 fpy'd his Eyes ...
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... ftop Our very Veins of Life . Hear me more plainly . I have in equal Ballance juftly weigh'd , What Wrongs our Arms may do , what Wrongs we fuffer , And And find our Griefs heavier than our Offences . We $ 6 The Second Part of.
... ftop Our very Veins of Life . Hear me more plainly . I have in equal Ballance juftly weigh'd , What Wrongs our Arms may do , what Wrongs we fuffer , And And find our Griefs heavier than our Offences . We $ 6 The Second Part of.
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Página 103 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Página 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Página 151 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Página 44 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Página 103 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Página 367 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Página 367 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Página 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Página 122 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Página 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.