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... invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say thou dost not : therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so ; -- for , look , thy cheeks Confess it , th ' one to the other ; and thine eyes See it so ...
... invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say thou dost not : therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis so ; -- for , look , thy cheeks Confess it , th ' one to the other ; and thine eyes See it so ...
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Dost thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave , and love , Means , and attendants , and my loving greetings To those of mine in court : I'll stay at home , And pray God's blessing ...
Dost thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have my leave , and love , Means , and attendants , and my loving greetings To those of mine in court : I'll stay at home , And pray God's blessing ...
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Here , take her hand , Proud scornful boy , unworthy this good gift ; That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love , and her desert ; that canst not dream , We , poising us in her defective scale , Shall weigh thee to the beam ...
Here , take her hand , Proud scornful boy , unworthy this good gift ; That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love , and her desert ; that canst not dream , We , poising us in her defective scale , Shall weigh thee to the beam ...
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Why dost thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? dost make hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so ? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee ...
Why dost thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? dost make hose of thy sleeves ? do other servants so ? Thou wert best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee ...
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Whether dost thou profess thyself , -a knave , or a fool ? Clo . A fool , Sir , at a woman's service , and a knave at a man's . Laf . Your distinction ? Clo . I would cozen the man of his wife , and do his service . Laf .
Whether dost thou profess thyself , -a knave , or a fool ? Clo . A fool , Sir , at a woman's service , and a knave at a man's . Laf . Your distinction ? Clo . I would cozen the man of his wife , and do his service . Laf .
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455 ÆäÀÌÁö - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
509 ÆäÀÌÁö - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey,...
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.