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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... ? The date is out of such prolixity : We'll have no without - book prologue faintly spoke For our entrance : But let them measure us by what they will . Romeo and Juliet , i . 4 . The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear , And.
... ? The date is out of such prolixity : We'll have no without - book prologue faintly spoke For our entrance : But let them measure us by what they will . Romeo and Juliet , i . 4 . The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear , And.
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... leaves thy mind's imprint will bear , And what thy memory can not contain Commit to these waste blanks , and thou shalt find These offices , so oft as thou wilt look , Shall profit thec and much enrich thy book . Sonnets , Ixxvii ...
... leaves thy mind's imprint will bear , And what thy memory can not contain Commit to these waste blanks , and thou shalt find These offices , so oft as thou wilt look , Shall profit thec and much enrich thy book . Sonnets , Ixxvii ...
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... leave her till she have prevailed ? Hence , bashful cunning ! Sonnets , xli . And prompt me , plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife if you will marry me ! Tempest , iii . 1 . Let me not to the marriage of true minds Adınit. February ...
... leave her till she have prevailed ? Hence , bashful cunning ! Sonnets , xli . And prompt me , plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife if you will marry me ! Tempest , iii . 1 . Let me not to the marriage of true minds Adınit. February ...
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... , iii . 5 . O absence , what a torment would'st thou prove , Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave To entertain the time with thoughts of love . Sonnets , xxxix . If I have much love , I'll give you somc March 13th .
... , iii . 5 . O absence , what a torment would'st thou prove , Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave To entertain the time with thoughts of love . Sonnets , xxxix . If I have much love , I'll give you somc March 13th .
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... , but given unsought is better . Twelfth Night , iii 1 . Here's the joy ; my friend and I are one ; Sweet flattery ! then she loves but me alone . Sonnets , xiii . I leave myself , my friends , and all , March 15th .
... , but given unsought is better . Twelfth Night , iii 1 . Here's the joy ; my friend and I are one ; Sweet flattery ! then she loves but me alone . Sonnets , xiii . I leave myself , my friends , and all , March 15th .
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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.