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... gone , for ever gone.- 2 Gen. Do not fay fo . Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my son ? 2 ...
... gone , for ever gone.- 2 Gen. Do not fay fo . Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my son ? 2 ...
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... gone : My being here it is , that holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do't ? no , no , although The air of Paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all ; I will be gone : That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To ...
... gone : My being here it is , that holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do't ? no , no , although The air of Paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all ; I will be gone : That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To ...
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... gone ; Ambitious love hath fo in me offended , That bare - foot plod I the cold ground upon , With fainted vow my faults to have amended . Write , write , that from the bloody courfe of war My dearest mafter , your dear fon , may hie ...
... gone ; Ambitious love hath fo in me offended , That bare - foot plod I the cold ground upon , With fainted vow my faults to have amended . Write , write , that from the bloody courfe of war My dearest mafter , your dear fon , may hie ...
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... gone , He will return ; and hope I may , that the , Hearing fo much , will speed her foot again , Led hither by pure love . Which of them both Is dearest to be , I've no skill in fenfe To make diftinction ; provide this messenger ; My ...
... gone , He will return ; and hope I may , that the , Hearing fo much , will speed her foot again , Led hither by pure love . Which of them both Is dearest to be , I've no skill in fenfe To make diftinction ; provide this messenger ; My ...
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... gone a contrary way : hark , you may know by their trumpets . Mar. Come , let's return again , and fuffice ourfelves with the report of it . Well , Diana , take heed of this French Earl ; the honour of a maid is her name , and no legacy ...
... gone a contrary way : hark , you may know by their trumpets . Mar. Come , let's return again , and fuffice ourfelves with the report of it . Well , Diana , take heed of this French Earl ; the honour of a maid is her name , and no legacy ...
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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 394 - 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 258 - 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.