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What heaven more will , That thee may furnish , s and my prayers pluck down ,
Fall on thy head ! Farewell . My lord , ' Tis an unseason ' d courtier ; good my lord
, Advise him . * Qualities of good breeding and erudition . + Are attended by .
What heaven more will , That thee may furnish , s and my prayers pluck down ,
Fall on thy head ! Farewell . My lord , ' Tis an unseason ' d courtier ; good my lord
, Advise him . * Qualities of good breeding and erudition . + Are attended by .
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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky
Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we
ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love so high ; That makes
me ...
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky
Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we
ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love so high ; That makes
me ...
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or were you both our mothers , I care no more for , * than I do for heaven , So I
were not his sister : Can ' t no other , But , I your daughter , he must be my brother
? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God shield , you
mean ...
or were you both our mothers , I care no more for , * than I do for heaven , So I
were not his sister : Can ' t no other , But , I your daughter , he must be my brother
? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God shield , you
mean ...
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Dear Sir , to my endeavours give consent ; Of heaven , not me , make an
experiment . I am not an impostor , that proclaim Myself against the level of mine
aim ; p But know I think , and think I know most sure , My art is not past power ,
nor you ...
Dear Sir , to my endeavours give consent ; Of heaven , not me , make an
experiment . I am not an impostor , that proclaim Myself against the level of mine
aim ; p But know I think , and think I know most sure , My art is not past power ,
nor you ...
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Ay , by my sceptre , and my hopes of heaven . Hel . Then shalt thou give me , with
thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command : Exempted be from
me the arrogance To choose from forth the royal blood of France ; My low and ...
Ay , by my sceptre , and my hopes of heaven . Hel . Then shalt thou give me , with
thy kingly hand , What husband in thy power I will command : Exempted be from
me the arrogance To choose from forth the royal blood of France ; My low and ...
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