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xviii ÆäÀÌÁö
When he was gone the goldsmith found four ounces of good gold in it ; but could
never set eye again on the little man , though he sought all the city for him .
Antonio asserted this with great obtestation ; nor know I what to think of it , there
are so ...
When he was gone the goldsmith found four ounces of good gold in it ; but could
never set eye again on the little man , though he sought all the city for him .
Antonio asserted this with great obtestation ; nor know I what to think of it , there
are so ...
5 ÆäÀÌÁö
The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new - come soul ; Not
that I love the city , or the men , But that it harbours him I hold so dear - The king ,
upon whose bosom let me lie , And with the world be still at enmity . What need
the ...
The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new - come soul ; Not
that I love the city , or the men , But that it harbours him I hold so dear - The king ,
upon whose bosom let me lie , And with the world be still at enmity . What need
the ...
33 ÆäÀÌÁö
Or that these tears , that drizzle from mine eyes , Had power to mollify his stony
heart , That when I had him we might never part . Enter LANCASTER , WARWICK
, Young MORTIMER , and others . Alarums within . Lan . I wonder how he ...
Or that these tears , that drizzle from mine eyes , Had power to mollify his stony
heart , That when I had him we might never part . Enter LANCASTER , WARWICK
, Young MORTIMER , and others . Alarums within . Lan . I wonder how he ...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö
In vain I look for love at Edward's hand , Whose eyes are fixed on none but
Gaveston . Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer : If he be strange and not
regard my words , My son and I will over into France , And to the king my brother
there ...
In vain I look for love at Edward's hand , Whose eyes are fixed on none but
Gaveston . Yet once more I'll importune him with prayer : If he be strange and not
regard my words , My son and I will over into France , And to the king my brother
there ...
53 ÆäÀÌÁö
O might I never open these eyes again ! Never again lift up this drooping head ! O
never more lift up this dying heart ! Y. Spen . Look up , my lord . — Baldock , this
drowsiness Betides no good ; here even we are betrayed . Enter , with Welsh ...
O might I never open these eyes again ! Never again lift up this drooping head ! O
never more lift up this dying heart ! Y. Spen . Look up , my lord . — Baldock , this
drowsiness Betides no good ; here even we are betrayed . Enter , with Welsh ...
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xvii ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads ; See the heavy clouds low falling, And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night...
288 ÆäÀÌÁö - Terrier, who everybody said would have been a better match? for his estate is just as good as yours, and he has broke his neck since we have been married.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis out of pure good humor, and I take it for granted they deal exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter, you know you promised to come to Lady Sneerwell's too. SIR PET. Well, well, I'll call in, just to look after my own character.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - A very clear account, upon my word ! and I dare swear the lady will vouch for every article of it. Lady Teaz. For not one word of it, sir Peter ! Sir Pet.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pretender, beware at what hands thou receiv'st thy commodity; for thou wert never more fair in the way to be coz'ned than in this age in Poetry, especially in the Plays: wherein, now the concupiscence of dances and antics so reigneth, as to run away from nature, and be afraid of her, is the only point of art that tickles the spectators.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mat. I fear me that this cry will raise the town, And therefore, let us take horse and away.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - Do not fear to put thy feet Naked in the river sweet ' ; Think not leech, or newt, or toad, Will bite thy foot, when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high, As thou wad'st in, make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me, And not a wave shall trouble thee.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - And you shall no longer reproach me with not giving you an independent settlement. I mean shortly to surprise you: but shall we always live thus, hey ? Lady Teaz.