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Tax of impudence ,A strumpet's boldness , a divulged shame , - Traduc'd by odious ballads ; my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise ; nay , worse of worst extended , With vilest torture let my life be ended . King .
Tax of impudence ,A strumpet's boldness , a divulged shame , - Traduc'd by odious ballads ; my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise ; nay , worse of worst extended , With vilest torture let my life be ended . King .
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The great dignity , that his valour hath here acquired for him , shall at home be encountered with a shame as ample . i Lord . The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together : our virtues would be proud , if our faults ...
The great dignity , that his valour hath here acquired for him , shall at home be encountered with a shame as ample . i Lord . The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together : our virtues would be proud , if our faults ...
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If you could find out a country where but women were , that had received so much shame , you might begin an impudent nation . Fare you well , Sir ; I am for France too : we shall speak of you there . [ Exit . Par .
If you could find out a country where but women were , that had received so much shame , you might begin an impudent nation . Fare you well , Sir ; I am for France too : we shall speak of you there . [ Exit . Par .
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Rust , sword ! cool , blushes ! and Parolles , live Safest in shame ! being foolid , by foolery thrive ! There's place and means for every man alive . I'll after them . [ Exit . SCENE IV . - FLORENCE . A Room in the Widow's House .
Rust , sword ! cool , blushes ! and Parolles , live Safest in shame ! being foolid , by foolery thrive ! There's place and means for every man alive . I'll after them . [ Exit . SCENE IV . - FLORENCE . A Room in the Widow's House .
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... until we know their grave : Oft our displeasures , to ourselves unjust , Destroy our friends , and after weep their dust : Our own love , waking , cries to see what's done , While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon .
... until we know their grave : Oft our displeasures , to ourselves unjust , Destroy our friends , and after weep their dust : Our own love , waking , cries to see what's done , While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon .
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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.