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Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er - slips me in the
day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul
mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ...
Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er - slips me in the
day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul
mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming ...
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Egl . The sun begins to gild the western sky ; And now , it is about the very hour
That Silvia , at Patrick's cell , should meet ... She will not fail ; for lovers break not
hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition
.
Egl . The sun begins to gild the western sky ; And now , it is about the very hour
That Silvia , at Patrick's cell , should meet ... She will not fail ; for lovers break not
hours , Unless it be to come before their time ; So much they spur their expedition
.
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My heart is ready to crack with impatience . - Who says this is improvident
jealousy ? My wife hath sent to him , the hour is fixed , the match is made . Would
any man have thought this ? - See the curse of having a false woman ! my bed
shall be ...
My heart is ready to crack with impatience . - Who says this is improvident
jealousy ? My wife hath sent to him , the hour is fixed , the match is made . Would
any man have thought this ? - See the curse of having a false woman ! my bed
shall be ...
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You must know of me then , Antonio , my name is Sebastian , which I called
Rodorigo ; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline , whom I know , you have
heard of : he left behind him , myself , and a sister , both born in an hour .
You must know of me then , Antonio , my name is Sebastian , which I called
Rodorigo ; my father was that Sebastian of Messaline , whom I know , you have
heard of : he left behind him , myself , and a sister , both born in an hour .
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O he's drunk , sir Toby , an hour agone ; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning .
Sir To . Then he's a rogue , and a passy - measures pavin ?; I hate a drunken
rogue . 9 Otherways . 1 Serious dances . Oli . Away with him : Who hath made
this ...
O he's drunk , sir Toby , an hour agone ; his eyes were set at eight i'the morning .
Sir To . Then he's a rogue , and a passy - measures pavin ?; I hate a drunken
rogue . 9 Otherways . 1 Serious dances . Oli . Away with him : Who hath made
this ...
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Seite 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Seite 235 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 312 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 17 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Seite 263 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 263 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Seite 67 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Seite 100 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own ; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Seite 265 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 62 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...