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Side 3
... , I tell you what mine authors say : This king unto him took a fere , Who died and left a female heir , So buxom , blithe , and full of face As heaven had lent her all his grace ; With whom the father liking took , And her to.
... , I tell you what mine authors say : This king unto him took a fere , Who died and left a female heir , So buxom , blithe , and full of face As heaven had lent her all his grace ; With whom the father liking took , And her to.
Side 5
... heaven , enticeth thee to view Her countless glory , which desert must gain ; And which , without desert , because thine eye Presumes to reach , all thy whole heap must die . Yon sometime famous princes , like thyself , Drawn by report ...
... heaven , enticeth thee to view Her countless glory , which desert must gain ; And which , without desert , because thine eye Presumes to reach , all thy whole heap must die . Yon sometime famous princes , like thyself , Drawn by report ...
Side 6
... heaven , but feeling woe , Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did : So I bequeath a happy peace to you And all good men , as every prince should do ; My riches to the earth from whence they came , To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS . But ...
... heaven , but feeling woe , Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did : So I bequeath a happy peace to you And all good men , as every prince should do ; My riches to the earth from whence they came , To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS . But ...
Side 7
... heaven down and all the gods to hearken ; But being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime . Good sooth , I care not for you . Ant . Prince Pericles , touch not , upon thy life , For that's an article ...
... heaven down and all the gods to hearken ; But being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime . Good sooth , I care not for you . Ant . Prince Pericles , touch not , upon thy life , For that's an article ...
Side 11
... heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . To take thy life from thee . Thou know'st I have power Hel . Kneeling . I have ground the axe myself ; Do you but strike the blow . Per . Rise , prithee , rise ; Sit down SCENE II ...
... heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . To take thy life from thee . Thou know'st I have power Hel . Kneeling . I have ground the axe myself ; Do you but strike the blow . Per . Rise , prithee , rise ; Sit down SCENE II ...
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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.