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... Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak , 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 ...
... Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him speak , 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 ...
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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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My dearest Madam , Let not your hate encounter with my love , For loving where you do : but , if yourself , Whose agèd honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever , in so true a flame of liking , Wish chastely , and love dearly , that your ...
My dearest Madam , Let not your hate encounter with my love , For loving where you do : but , if yourself , Whose agèd honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever , in so true a flame of liking , Wish chastely , and love dearly , that your ...
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And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that , Wherein toward me my homely stars have faild To equal my great fortune . Ber . Let that go : My haste is very great : farewell ; hie home . Hel . Pray , Sir , your pardon .
And ever shall With true observance seek to eke out that , Wherein toward me my homely stars have faild To equal my great fortune . Ber . Let that go : My haste is very great : farewell ; hie home . Hel . Pray , Sir , your pardon .
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Tis not the many oaths that make the truth , But the plain single vow , that is vow'd true . What is not holy , that we swear not by , But take the Highest to witness : then , pray you , tell me , If I should swear by Jove's great ...
Tis not the many oaths that make the truth , But the plain single vow , that is vow'd true . What is not holy , that we swear not by , But take the Highest to witness : then , pray you , tell me , If I should swear by Jove's great ...
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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.