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... according to the proverb , are born lucky ; whereas the honestly born Robert's luck is precarious and to be prayed for . 184. any Joan , any peasant- girl . ' Tis too respective and too sociable For your conversion 22 King John ACT I.
... according to the proverb , are born lucky ; whereas the honestly born Robert's luck is precarious and to be prayed for . 184. any Joan , any peasant- girl . ' Tis too respective and too sociable For your conversion 22 King John ACT I.
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... ado . 167. whether ( monosyllabic ) . 168. wrongs , the wrongs done by her . 171. beads ( playing on the original sense , ' prayer ' ) . Const . Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth ! VOL . VI D 33 SC . I King John.
... ado . 167. whether ( monosyllabic ) . 168. wrongs , the wrongs done by her . 171. beads ( playing on the original sense , ' prayer ' ) . Const . Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth ! VOL . VI D 33 SC . I King John.
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... Pray that their burthens may not fall this day , Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd : But on this day let seamen fear no wreck ; No bargains break that are not this day made : This day , all things begun come to ill end , Yea ...
... Pray that their burthens may not fall this day , Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd : But on this day let seamen fear no wreck ; No bargains break that are not this day made : This day , all things begun come to ill end , Yea ...
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... prayers come in , If thou vouchsafe them . But if not , then know The peril of our curses light on thee So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off , But in despair die under their black weight . Aust . Rebellion , flat rebellion ! Bast ...
... prayers come in , If thou vouchsafe them . But if not , then know The peril of our curses light on thee So heavy as thou shalt not shake them off , But in despair die under their black weight . Aust . Rebellion , flat rebellion ! Bast ...
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... pray to thee , Thou virtuous Dauphin , alter not the doom Forethought by heaven ! Blanch . Now shall I see thy love ... pray that thou mayst win ; 318. profound respects , grave considerations . 310 320 330 Uncle , I needs must pray that ...
... pray to thee , Thou virtuous Dauphin , alter not the doom Forethought by heaven ! Blanch . Now shall I see thy love ... pray that thou mayst win ; 318. profound respects , grave considerations . 310 320 330 Uncle , I needs must pray that ...
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116 ÆäÀÌÁö - Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.