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339 ÆäÀÌÁö - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet...
298 ÆäÀÌÁö - A prison is a house of care. A place where none can thrive, A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive. Sometimes a place of right. Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among.
268 ÆäÀÌÁö - I remember the tune well, though I cannot guess what should at present so strongly recall it to my memory. " He took his flageolet from his pocket, and played a simple melody. Apparently the tune awoke the corresponding associations of a damsel...
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - MAGISTRATE. I hear thy words, I feel thy pain; Forbear awhile to speak thy woes; Receive our aid, and then again The story of thy life disclose. For, though seduced and led astray, Thou'st travell'd far and wander'd long; Thy God hath seen thee all the way, And all the turns that led thee wrong.
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - Grins fell destruction, to the monster's heart Let the dart lighten from the nervous arm. These Britain knows not; give, ye Britons, then Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour Loose on the nightly robber of the fold Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, Let all the thunder of the chase pursue.
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason ; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.

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