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That weigh their pain in sense , and do suppose BE E thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy What hath been cannot be . Who ever strove father To show her merit , that did miss her love ? la manners as in shape ; thy blood and virtue ...
That weigh their pain in sense , and do suppose BE E thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy What hath been cannot be . Who ever strove father To show her merit , that did miss her love ? la manners as in shape ; thy blood and virtue ...
593 ÆäÀÌÁö
That weigh their pain in sense , and do suppose . BE thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy What hath been cannot be . Who ever strove lo manners as in shape ; thy blood and virtue Character of a noble Courtier , by an old Contend for ...
That weigh their pain in sense , and do suppose . BE thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy What hath been cannot be . Who ever strove lo manners as in shape ; thy blood and virtue Character of a noble Courtier , by an old Contend for ...
599 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Against your yet ungalled reputation , We bid be quiet , when we hear it cry ; That may with foul intrusion enter in , But , were we burden'd with like weight of pain , And dwell opon your grave when you are dead .
... Against your yet ungalled reputation , We bid be quiet , when we hear it cry ; That may with foul intrusion enter in , But , were we burden'd with like weight of pain , And dwell opon your grave when you are dead .
600 ÆäÀÌÁö
Such short - liv'd wits do wither as they Which , with pain purchas'd , doth inherit pain . A Merry Man . On Study . A merrier man , Study is like the heaven's glorious sun , Within the limit of becoming mirth , That will not be deep ...
Such short - liv'd wits do wither as they Which , with pain purchas'd , doth inherit pain . A Merry Man . On Study . A merrier man , Study is like the heaven's glorious sun , Within the limit of becoming mirth , That will not be deep ...
610 ÆäÀÌÁö
... why there Bassanio told him , he would make some speed they show , Of his return ; he answer'd , ¡° Do not so ; Something too liberal ; pray thee take pain Slubber not business for my sake , Bassavio , To allay with some cold drops ...
... why there Bassanio told him , he would make some speed they show , Of his return ; he answer'd , ¡° Do not so ; Something too liberal ; pray thee take pain Slubber not business for my sake , Bassavio , To allay with some cold drops ...
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790 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
745 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
640 ÆäÀÌÁö - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
631 ÆäÀÌÁö - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
589 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
662 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
664 ÆäÀÌÁö - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
643 ÆäÀÌÁö - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
745 ÆäÀÌÁö - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
661 ÆäÀÌÁö - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.