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... live But that there is this jewel in the world That I may see again . Posthumus . ! My queen my mistress ! O lady , weep no more , lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man . I will remain The loyal'st ...
... live But that there is this jewel in the world That I may see again . Posthumus . ! My queen my mistress ! O lady , weep no more , lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man . I will remain The loyal'st ...
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... live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imogen . Nay , stay a little ; Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love , This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart , But keep it ...
... live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imogen . Nay , stay a little ; Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love , This diamond was my mother's ; take it , heart , But keep it ...
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... Live , like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets , Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps , In your despite , upon your purse ? Revenge it . I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure , More noble than that runagate to your bed , And Scene ...
... Live , like Diana's priest , betwixt cold sheets , Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps , In your despite , upon your purse ? Revenge it . I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure , More noble than that runagate to your bed , And Scene ...
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... live you long ! - A lady to the worthiest sir that ever 150 Country call'd his ! and you his mistress , only For the most worthiest fit ! Give me your pardon . I have spoke this , to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted , and shall ...
... live you long ! - A lady to the worthiest sir that ever 150 Country call'd his ! and you his mistress , only For the most worthiest fit ! Give me your pardon . I have spoke this , to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted , and shall ...
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... Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever , was in this Britain And conquer'd it , Cassibelan , thine uncle , - Famous in Cæsar's praises , no whit less ― Than in his feats deserving it , — for him.
... Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever , was in this Britain And conquer'd it , Cassibelan , thine uncle , - Famous in Cæsar's praises , no whit less ― Than in his feats deserving it , — for him.
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Seite 55 - Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet arise ; Arise, arise ! Clo.
Seite 111 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale.
Seite 116 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 216 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is, in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent...
Seite 68 - And that most venerable man which I Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stamped ; some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit : yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time ; so doth my wife The nonpareil of this.
Seite 13 - This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
Seite 218 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Seite 187 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Seite 83 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; * whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states,3 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Seite 278 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...