Cupid's Birthday Book: One Thousand Love-darts from Shakespeare, Gathered and Arranged for Every Day in the YearW.P. Nimmo, 1875 - 448 pages |
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One Thousand Love-darts from Shakespeare, Gathered and Arranged for Every Day in the Year William Shakespeare, George Johnston. CUPID'S BIRTHDAY BOOK . Сијал A Let what is here contain'd relish of love . Cymbeline.
One Thousand Love-darts from Shakespeare, Gathered and Arranged for Every Day in the Year William Shakespeare, George Johnston. CUPID'S BIRTHDAY BOOK . Сијал A Let what is here contain'd relish of love . Cymbeline.
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... darts from Shakespeare, Gathered and Arranged for Every Day in the Year William Shakespeare, George Johnston. Let what is here contain'd relish of love . Cymbeline , iii . 2 . BIRTHDAY BOOK : ONE THOUSAND LOVE - DARTS FROM SHAKESPEARE.
... darts from Shakespeare, Gathered and Arranged for Every Day in the Year William Shakespeare, George Johnston. Let what is here contain'd relish of love . Cymbeline , iii . 2 . BIRTHDAY BOOK : ONE THOUSAND LOVE - DARTS FROM SHAKESPEARE.
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... me rarely wed . Pericles , v . 1 . Her beauty and her brain go . not together : she's a good sign , but I have seen small reflection of her wit . Cymbeline , i . 2 . Love is too young to know what conscience is ; May 3d .
... me rarely wed . Pericles , v . 1 . Her beauty and her brain go . not together : she's a good sign , but I have seen small reflection of her wit . Cymbeline , i . 2 . Love is too young to know what conscience is ; May 3d .
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... Cymbeline , ii . 4 . I grant , sweet love , thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen , Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of and pays it thee again . He lends thee virtue and he stole that word From thy ...
... Cymbeline , ii . 4 . I grant , sweet love , thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen , Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of and pays it thee again . He lends thee virtue and he stole that word From thy ...
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... ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . Cymbeline , ii . 3 . Take , O , take those lips away , That Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings...
... ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . Cymbeline , ii . 3 . Take , O , take those lips away , That Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings...
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All's Antony and Cleopatra April beauty beloved blessed cheek Comedy of Errors Cupid Cymbeline daughter dear December dote e'er Ends eyes fair gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace Hamlet hand hath heart heaven Hebquary Henry VIII honour January Julius Cæsar July King John King Lear kiss live look lord love thee Love's Labour Lost Lover's Complaint lovers Macbeth maid married Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midsummer Night's Dream Midsummer-Night's Dream mistress ne'er never noble November October Othello Passionate Pilgrim Pericles praise Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet September Shrew sigh sing Sonnets soul speak swear sweet love Taming tell Tempest thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou lovest thou wilt thoughts thy love Titus Andronicus to-morrow tongue Troilus and Cressida true love truth Twelfth Night Venus and Adonis Winter's Tale Wives of Windsor woman words worth youth
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Page 5 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
Page 17 - Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth...
Page 5 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 29 - What maids lack from head to heel : • Come, buy of me, come ; come buy, come buy ; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come, buy, Sac.