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Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he , that cares my land , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop ; if I be his cuckold , he'st my drudge ...
... O then , give pity To her , whofe state is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where he is fure to lofe ; That feeks not to find that , which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly , where the dies . Count .
More than my father's kill , ( which was the great ' Of his profeffion , ) that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckieft ftars in heav'n ; and , would your Honour But give me leave to ...
... Quicken a rock , and make you dance canary With sprightly fire and motion ; whofe fimple touch Is powerful to araife King Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand , And write to her a love - line . King .
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Seite 103 - 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 396 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 260 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Seite 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.