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...and — farewell king ! Cover your I,' sil.-, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn revtrunce ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious...me — I am a king ? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er vail their present woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth...

...impregnable ; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle-wall, and — farewell king Cover your heads, and mock not...bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends ! — SHAKSPEARE. The procession was closed by the legions who had won the victory — their helmets...

...humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle-wall, and—farewell king Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood...with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends!—SHAKSPEARE. The procession was closed by the legions who had won the victory—their helmets...

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...buried. The verb is not peculiar to Shakspeare. Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king ! Cover your...blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition,1 form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread...

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...Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king ! 4. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...Subjected thus, How can you say to me — I am a king ? LESSON CXLV. Dark?iess. — BYRON. 1. I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was...