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It may well serve A nursery to our gentry , who are sick For breathing an exploit .
King . What ' s he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and PAROLLES . i
Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou
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It may well serve A nursery to our gentry , who are sick For breathing an exploit .
King . What ' s he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and PAROLLES . i
Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou
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Inspired merit so by breath is barr ' d : It is not so with him that all things knows ,
As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us .
when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours ...
Inspired merit so by breath is barr ' d : It is not so with him that all things knows ,
As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us .
when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours ...
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... le grand ; which holy undertaking , with most austere sanctimony , she
accomplished : and , there residing , the tenderness of her nature became as a
prey to her grief : in fine , made a groan of her last breath , and now sbe sings in
heaven .
... le grand ; which holy undertaking , with most austere sanctimony , she
accomplished : and , there residing , the tenderness of her nature became as a
prey to her grief : in fine , made a groan of her last breath , and now sbe sings in
heaven .
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Adonis , painted by a running brook : And Cytherea all in sedges hid ; Which
seem to move and wanton with her breath , Even as the waving sedges play with
wind . Lord . We ' ll show thee Io , as she was a maid ; And how she was beguiled
...
Adonis , painted by a running brook : And Cytherea all in sedges hid ; Which
seem to move and wanton with her breath , Even as the waving sedges play with
wind . Lord . We ' ll show thee Io , as she was a maid ; And how she was beguiled
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Tranio , I saw her coral lips to move , And with her breath she did perfume the air ;
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' tis time to stir him from
his trance . I pray , awake , Sir ; if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to ...
Tranio , I saw her coral lips to move , And with her breath she did perfume the air ;
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' tis time to stir him from
his trance . I pray , awake , Sir ; if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to ...
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| Title | The Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 2 The Works of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | C.S. Francis, 1852 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 29 Feb 2008 |
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