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To speak on the part of virginity , is to accuse your mothers ; which is most infallible disobedience . He that hangs himself is a virgin : virginity murders itself ; and should be buried in highways , out of all sanctified limit , as a ...
To speak on the part of virginity , is to accuse your mothers ; which is most infallible disobedience . He that hangs himself is a virgin : virginity murders itself ; and should be buried in highways , out of all sanctified limit , as a ...
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A prophet I , Madam ; and I speak the truth the next way : For I the ballad will repeat , Which men full true shall find ; Your marriage comes by destiny , Your cuckoo sings by kind . Count .
A prophet I , Madam ; and I speak the truth the next way : For I the ballad will repeat , Which men full true shall find ; Your marriage comes by destiny , Your cuckoo sings by kind . Count .
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... look , thy cheeks Confess it , th ' one to the other ; and thine eyes See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours , That in their kind they speak it : only sin And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue , That truth should be suspected .
... look , thy cheeks Confess it , th ' one to the other ; and thine eyes See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours , That in their kind they speak it : only sin And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue , That truth should be suspected .
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Had you not lately an intent , -- speak truly ,To go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I swear . You know my father left me some prescriptions Of rare 14 [ act 1 ...
Had you not lately an intent , -- speak truly ,To go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I swear . You know my father left me some prescriptions Of rare 14 [ act 1 ...
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When you sally upon him , speak what terrible language you will , - though you understand it not yourselves , no matteř ; for we must not seem to understand him , unless some one among us , whom we must produce for an interpreter . i ...
When you sally upon him , speak what terrible language you will , - though you understand it not yourselves , no matteř ; for we must not seem to understand him , unless some one among us , whom we must produce for an interpreter . i ...
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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.