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...Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw...yet, by Heaven, I think my love as rare As any she, belied by false compare." He is no tame admirer and adorer, seeing nothing in his mistress but perfection...

...in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, — yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw...yet by Heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belie'd with false compare. SHAKSPEARE. SENTENCES 'Tis truth, (although this truth's a star Too deep-enskied...

...Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw...yet, by Heaven, I think my love as rare As any she, belied by false compare." He is no tame admirer and adorer, seeing nothing in his mistress but perfection...

...in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, — yet well I know That music C'XXXL Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For...

...seen his lady shal he never mo. — CHAUCER. Ride more than thou goest. SHAKSPEABE, King Lear, i. 4. I grant I never saw a Goddess go ; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. FLETCHER. One while the little foot-page went, Another while he ran. — Old Ballad. I told you in...

...beginning — My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red. ***** And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare, when the sound of horse's hoofs made him look up. A lady, riding on a black...

...beginning — My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ; Coral is far more red than her lips' red. ***** And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare, when the sound of horse's hoofs made him look up. A lady, riding on a black...

...roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress...love as rare As any she bely'd with false compare. cxxxi. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art...