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... father's body , But that his wildness , mortified in him , Seem'd to die too : yea , at that very moment , Consideration , like an angel , came , And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him ; Leaving his body as a paradise , To envelop ...
... father's body , But that his wildness , mortified in him , Seem'd to die too : yea , at that very moment , Consideration , like an angel , came , And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him ; Leaving his body as a paradise , To envelop ...
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... father's crown into the hazard : Tell him , he hath made a match with such a wrangler , That all the courts of France will be disturb'd With chases . And we understand him well , How he comes o'er us with our wilder days , Not measuring ...
... father's crown into the hazard : Tell him , he hath made a match with such a wrangler , That all the courts of France will be disturb'd With chases . And we understand him well , How he comes o'er us with our wilder days , Not measuring ...
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... father's door . Therefore , let every man now task his thought , That this fair action may on foot be brought . [ Exeunt . Enter CHORUS . Now all the youth of England are on fire , And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies ; Now thrive ...
... father's door . Therefore , let every man now task his thought , That this fair action may on foot be brought . [ Exeunt . Enter CHORUS . Now all the youth of England are on fire , And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies ; Now thrive ...
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... father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey , and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. HEN . We therefore have great cause of thankfulness , And shall forget the office of our hand , Sooner than quittance of ...
... father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey , and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. HEN . We therefore have great cause of thankfulness , And shall forget the office of our hand , Sooner than quittance of ...
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... father's highness Do not , in grant of all demands at large , Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty , He'll call you to so hot an answer of it , That caves and womby vaultages of France Shall chidea your trespass , and return ...
... father's highness Do not , in grant of all demands at large , Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty , He'll call you to so hot an answer of it , That caves and womby vaultages of France Shall chidea your trespass , and return ...
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Page 116 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side'; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 54 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 104 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 116 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard. Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 232 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 253 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Page 488 - God ! methinks , it were a happy life , To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How many make the hour full complete , How many hours bring about the day , How many days will finish up the year , How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known , then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate;...
Page 437 - I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 29 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Page 103 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.