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In his youth He had the wit, which I can well observe To-day in our young lords;
but they may jest. Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, Ere they can hide
their levity in honour. So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride
... the mere word's a slave Debauch'd on every tomb; on every grave, A lying
trophy, and as oft is dumb, Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb Of
honour'd bones indeed. ACT III. SELF-ACCUSATION OF TOO GREAT LOWE.
O you leaden messengers, That ride upon the violent speed of fire, Fly with false
aim; move the still-piercing air, That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord!
Whoever shoots at him, I set him there; Whoever charges on his forward breast, I
1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind,
swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. To-day,
my lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an ...
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along
this wood; To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunters' aim
had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish: and, indeed, my lord, The wretched ...
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