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Side 16
... delight ; All poverty was scorn'd , and pride so great , The name of help grew odious to repeat . Dio . O ! ' tis too true . Cle . But see what heaven can do ! By this our change , These mouths , whom but of late , earth , sea , and air ...
... delight ; All poverty was scorn'd , and pride so great , The name of help grew odious to repeat . Dio . O ! ' tis too true . Cle . But see what heaven can do ! By this our change , These mouths , whom but of late , earth , sea , and air ...
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Kegan Paul. Unto thy value will I mount myself Upon a courser , whose delightful steps Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread . Only , my friends , I yet am unprovided Of a pair of bases . Second Fish . We'll sure provide ; thou shalt ...
Kegan Paul. Unto thy value will I mount myself Upon a courser , whose delightful steps Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread . Only , my friends , I yet am unprovided Of a pair of bases . Second Fish . We'll sure provide ; thou shalt ...
Side 34
... delightful pleasing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend , Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask you one thing . What do you think of ...
... delightful pleasing harmony . Per . It is your grace's pleasure to commend , Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask you one thing . What do you think of ...
Side 42
... delight Than to be thirsty after tottering honour , Or tie my treasure up in silken bags , To please the fool and death . Second Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your ...
... delight Than to be thirsty after tottering honour , Or tie my treasure up in silken bags , To please the fool and death . Second Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your ...
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... delight . Old Escanes , whom Helicanus late Advanc'd in time to great and high estate , Is left to govern . Bear you it in mind , Old Helicanus goes along behind . Well - sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought This king to ...
... delight . Old Escanes , whom Helicanus late Advanc'd in time to great and high estate , Is left to govern . Bear you it in mind , Old Helicanus goes along behind . Well - sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought This king to ...
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Adonis Antiochus Bawd bear beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath canst cheeks CLEON Collatine daughter dead dear death deed delight desire DIONYZA doth Ephesus Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion false fear fire flower foul gentle give gods grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honour incest king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Love's fire Lucrece lust Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina mind mistress Mitylene ne'er never night Pentapolis Pericles pity poison'd poor praise Priam Prince of Tyre princes queen quoth seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shame sight Simonides sorrow soul swear sweet Tarquin Tarsus tears tell Tereu Thai Thaisa thee thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou wilt thought thyself Time's tongue true truth Tyre unto weep wind youth
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Side 197 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Side 253 - Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad...
Side 253 - Coral is far more red than her lips red, If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun, If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Side 243 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new. Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely; but, by all above.
Side 225 - In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Side 221 - O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Side 235 - Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place. For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. In many's looks, the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
Side 242 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Side 221 - How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot...
Side 246 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.