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Página 112 - Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Página 124 - And drink to your hearts desiring. With the last yeeres brand Light the new block, and For good successe in his spending, On your psaltries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a teending.
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Página 124 - Come, bring with a noise, My merrie, merrie boys, The Christmas log to the firing; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your heart's desiring.
Página 1 - Oh, hear that pattering shower! Haste, boy ! — this gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my home around Still roars the wintry sound, Methinks 'tis Summer by this festive blaze ! My books, companions dear, In seemly ranks appear, And glisten to my fire's far-flashing...