He is a man 'gainst whom I must provide He has almost supped: why have you left the chamber 55 44I He looked and saw what numbers numberless 416 He loved his people, deemed them all his children 491 199 He patient, but undaunted when they led him 381 170 488 320 137 8 49 506 150 227 360 259 152 450 447 59 245 220 471 396 403 426 241 488 546 571 449 546 Here may be one Here satiate all your fury Here she lies, a pretty bud 251 165 548 272 554 512 454 453 387 190 191 57 114 553 581 415 458 325 460 181 162 293 437 147 I am peppered I am thinking, Pierre, how that damned starving quality I am undone: there is no living, none I before all the daughters of my tribe I bid her be resolved I blame in heaven only mine own star PAGE 363 570 382 59 450 63 178 575 593 116 61 344 356 93 113 I bow and give I but the milder passions shew the man I called thee then vain flourish of my fortune come not, friends, to steal away your hearts I do believe that violent hands were laid I do believe you innocent, a good man I do beseech you, Madam, he content I do entreat you, go not, noble guests I do love these ancient ruins I fear I shall begin to grow in love I feel him now I have of late-but wherefore I know not- I know you all, and will awhile uphold I look to the west when I go to rest I looked, and hovering o'er the flowery turf 1 muse, my lord of Glo'ster is not come I must obey him, for I see my friends I never looked that he should live so long I never yet knew, soldiers, that in fight I prythee go and get me some repast I rose as at thy call but found thee not I see a man's life is a tedious one I see the beginning of my end, for I am almost starved I see there's no man but may make his paradise I see thou art implacable I thank you, honest lord. Remember me. I well remember too, for I was present I will go forth 'mong men not mailed in scorn I would I had that corporal soundness now I would you had but the wit I wrecche which that wepe and wayle thus. If all the year were playing holidays If by your art, my dearest father, you have If cunning have power to win the king If friendship's soothing words console thee not If I concealed, O King, my name, my race If I for fear obey the destinies If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse If it be true, dread Sir If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well If when thou hearest of thousands who have fallen If you would know of what frail stuff you're made In going to my lonely bed In hell there is a tree In love, if love be love, if love be ours In peace and truth we come to seek thy prince In this poor gown my dear lord found me first In time of life I grac't ye with my verse In word I died, that I in deed might live Incertum est, quid agam PAGE 72 329 56 245 250 555 594 244 16 116 168 164 77 57 441 442 275 80 26 401 126. 557 497 493 505 290 90 543 434 576 184 before me? It burneth yet, alas, my heart's desire It is not but the tempest that doth show It is not so; thou hast misspoke, misheard It little profits that an idle king. It must be by his death, and for my part It must be so, and yet it moves me, Romans It was a chosen plott of fertile land It was a fancied noise, for all is hushed It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three It was a mountain at whose verdant feet It was a roundell seated on a plain It was a winter's evening, and fast came down the snow It was the spring and newly-risen day It was upon a holiday Labentem tacito quisquis pede conspicis umbram Last night, between the hours of twelve and one Let the earth cover and protect its dead Let us go find the body where it lies Let us in marriage, King and Queen, unite Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows Let us use it whilst we may 409 470 313 309 543 545 129 494 313 364 133 82 444 377 180 166 29 59 261 319 42 551 31 62 28 568 193 Lo, full of hope to the earth thy rich gold seed thou entrustest |