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I have ventur ' d , Like little wanton boys , that swim on bladders , These many
summers in a sea of glory : But far beyond my depth : my high - blown pride At
length broke under me ; and now has left me , Weary , and old with service , to
the ...
I have ventur ' d , Like little wanton boys , that swim on bladders , These many
summers in a sea of glory : But far beyond my depth : my high - blown pride At
length broke under me ; and now has left me , Weary , and old with service , to
the ...
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Page 334 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 366 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
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Page 364 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
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| Title | The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 5 The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, William Shakespeare Volume 5 of The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | H. Lintott, 1740 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 26 Feb 2008 |
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