The Beauties of Shakespeare, Volume 1T. Y. Crowell, 1984 |
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... give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are . Too much to know is to know naught but fame : And every godfather can give a name . FROST . An envious sneaping ...
... give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are . Too much to know is to know naught but fame : And every godfather can give a name . FROST . An envious sneaping ...
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... give thee cure ! Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation ? Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? Canst thou , when thou command'st the beggar's knee , Command the health of it ? No , thou ...
... give thee cure ! Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation ? Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? Canst thou , when thou command'st the beggar's knee , Command the health of it ? No , thou ...
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... Give him a little earth for charity ! ' So went to bed ; where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and , three nights after this , About the hour of eight , which he himself Foretold should be his last , full of repentance ...
... Give him a little earth for charity ! ' So went to bed ; where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and , three nights after this , About the hour of eight , which he himself Foretold should be his last , full of repentance ...
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