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Page 189
Ah , well - a - day ! he's dead , he's dead , Despised substance of divinest show ! he's dead ! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st , We are undone , lady , we are undone - A damned saint , ' an honourable villain !
Ah , well - a - day ! he's dead , he's dead , Despised substance of divinest show ! he's dead ! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st , We are undone , lady , we are undone - A damned saint , ' an honourable villain !
Page 378
Thy mantle good , Dead , dead ! A tomb What , stain'd with blood ! Must cover thy sweet eyes . Approach , ye furies fell ! These lily lips , O fates ! come , come ; This cherry nose , Cut thread and thrum ; These yellow cowslip cheeks ...
Thy mantle good , Dead , dead ! A tomb What , stain'd with blood ! Must cover thy sweet eyes . Approach , ye furies fell ! These lily lips , O fates ! come , come ; This cherry nose , Cut thread and thrum ; These yellow cowslip cheeks ...
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Accommodated ; that that I have spent ! and to see how many of mine is , when a man is , as they say , accommodated : or , old acquaintance are dead ! when a man is , -being , whereby , —he may be * SIL .
Accommodated ; that that I have spent ! and to see how many of mine is , when a man is , as they say , accommodated : or , old acquaintance are dead ! when a man is , -being , whereby , —he may be * SIL .
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