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... shall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ to Hel . ] The best wishes , that can be forg'd im your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and ...
... shall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ to Hel . ] The best wishes , that can be forg'd im your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and ...
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... shall be paid her , than he'll demand . Stew . Madam , I was very late more near her , than , I think , the wifh'd me ; alone fhe was , and did com- municate to herself her own words to her own ears ; fhe thought , I dare vow for her ...
... shall be paid her , than he'll demand . Stew . Madam , I was very late more near her , than , I think , the wifh'd me ; alone fhe was , and did com- municate to herself her own words to her own ears ; fhe thought , I dare vow for her ...
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... shall be . I know , I love in vain ; ftrive against hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , I ftill pour in the waters of my love , And lack not to lofe ftill ; thus , Indian - like , Religious in mine error , I adore The ...
... shall be . I know , I love in vain ; ftrive against hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , I ftill pour in the waters of my love , And lack not to lofe ftill ; thus , Indian - like , Religious in mine error , I adore The ...
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... Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckieft ftars in heav'n ; and , would your honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's Cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou ...
... Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckieft ftars in heav'n ; and , would your honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's Cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou ...
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... Hesperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs Hatn told the thievish minutes how they pass ; What What is infirm from your found parts shall fly , 28 All's well , that Ends well .
... Hesperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs Hatn told the thievish minutes how they pass ; What What is infirm from your found parts shall fly , 28 All's well , that Ends well .
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Page 246 - 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.
Page 376 - 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; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 133 - 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.
Page 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 97 - 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.