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... and at this time His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him He us'd as creatures of another place ; And bowd his eminent top to their low ranks , Making them proud of his humility , In their poor praise he humbled .
... and at this time His tongue obey'd his hand : who were below him He us'd as creatures of another place ; And bowd his eminent top to their low ranks , Making them proud of his humility , In their poor praise he humbled .
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No , Madam , ' tis not so well , that I am poor , though many of the rich are damned : but , if I may have your ladyship's good - will to go to the world , Isbel , the woman , and I will do as we may . Count .
No , Madam , ' tis not so well , that I am poor , though many of the rich are damned : but , if I may have your ladyship's good - will to go to the world , Isbel , the woman , and I will do as we may . Count .
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... love , no god , that would not extend his might , only where qualities were level ; Diana , no queen of virgins , that would suffer her poor knight surprised , without rescue in the first assault , or ransom afterward .
... love , no god , that would not extend his might , only where qualities were level ; Diana , no queen of virgins , that would suffer her poor knight surprised , without rescue in the first assault , or ransom afterward .
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Then , I confess , Here on my knee , before high heaven and you , That before you , and next unto high heaven , I love your son : My friends were poor , but honest ; so ' s my love : Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is ...
Then , I confess , Here on my knee , before high heaven and you , That before you , and next unto high heaven , I love your son : My friends were poor , but honest ; so ' s my love : Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is ...
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Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir ! —Thick , thick , spare not me . Count . I think , Sir , you can eat none of this homely meat . Clo . O Lord , Sir ! —Nay , put me to't , I warrant you . Count .
Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir ! —Thick , thick , spare not me . Count . I think , Sir , you can eat none of this homely meat . Clo . O Lord , Sir ! —Nay , put me to't , I warrant you . Count .
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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.