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... rest . Your time's expir'd ; Either expound now , or receive your sentence . Per . Great king , Few love to hear the sins they love to act ; ' Twould ' braid yourself too near for me to tell it . Who has a book of all that monarchs do ...
... rest . Your time's expir'd ; Either expound now , or receive your sentence . Per . Great king , Few love to hear the sins they love to act ; ' Twould ' braid yourself too near for me to tell it . Who has a book of all that monarchs do ...
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... rest ( hark in thine ear , ) as black as incest ; Which by my knowledge found , the sinful father Seem'd not to strike , but smooth : but thou know'st this , ' Tis time to fear , when tyrants seem to kiss . Which fear so grew in me , I ...
... rest ( hark in thine ear , ) as black as incest ; Which by my knowledge found , the sinful father Seem'd not to strike , but smooth : but thou know'st this , ' Tis time to fear , when tyrants seem to kiss . Which fear so grew in me , I ...
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... rest us here , And by relating tales of other's griefs , See if ' twill teach us to forget our own ? Dio . That were to blow at fire , in hope to quench it ; For who digs hills because they do aspire , Throws down one mountain to cast ...
... rest us here , And by relating tales of other's griefs , See if ' twill teach us to forget our own ? Dio . That were to blow at fire , in hope to quench it ; For who digs hills because they do aspire , Throws down one mountain to cast ...
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... rest : He knowing so , put forth to seas , Where when men been , there's seldom ease ; For now the wind begins to blow ; Thunder above , and deeps below , Makes such unquiet , that the ship Should house him safe , is wreck'd and split ...
... rest : He knowing so , put forth to seas , Where when men been , there's seldom ease ; For now the wind begins to blow ; Thunder above , and deeps below , Makes such unquiet , that the ship Should house him safe , is wreck'd and split ...
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... rest your debtor . 1 Fish . Why , wilt thou tourney for the lady ? Per . I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it , and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish . Ay , but hark you , my friend ; ' twas we ...
... rest your debtor . 1 Fish . Why , wilt thou tourney for the lady ? Per . I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms . 1 Fish . Why , do ye take it , and the gods give thee good on't ! 2 Fish . Ay , but hark you , my friend ; ' twas we ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonis Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds delight desire DIONYZA dost thou doth face fair fair lord false Falstaff father fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour Jove king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene ne'er never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
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Página 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Página 130 - I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Página 131 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Página 99 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Página 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Página 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Página 99 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Página 112 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Página 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Página 138 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.