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... soul With opening titles miscreate , whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth ; For God doth know , how many , now in health , Shall drop their blood in approbation Of what your reverence shall incite us to : Therefore ...
... soul With opening titles miscreate , whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth ; For God doth know , how many , now in health , Shall drop their blood in approbation Of what your reverence shall incite us to : Therefore ...
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... soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful ven- geance That shall fly with them : for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear hus- bands ; Mock mothers from their sons , mock castles down : And some are yet ...
... soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful ven- geance That shall fly with them : for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear hus- bands ; Mock mothers from their sons , mock castles down : And some are yet ...
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... soul , That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold , Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use . May it be possible , that foreign hire Could out of thee extract one spark of evil , That might annoy my finger ? ' tis so strange ...
... soul , That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold , Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use . May it be possible , that foreign hire Could out of thee extract one spark of evil , That might annoy my finger ? ' tis so strange ...
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... soul so easy as that Englishman's . O , how hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance ! Show men dutiful ? Why , so didst thou : seem they grave and learned ? Why , so didst thou : come they of noble family ? Why , so ...
... soul so easy as that Englishman's . O , how hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance ! Show men dutiful ? Why , so didst thou : seem they grave and learned ? Why , so didst thou : come they of noble family ? Why , so ...
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... soul burning in hell ? Bard . Well , the fuel is gone that maintained that fire : that's all the riches I got in his service . Nym . Shall we shog ? the king will be gone from Southampton . Pist . Come , let's away . - My love , give me ...
... soul burning in hell ? Bard . Well , the fuel is gone that maintained that fire : that's all the riches I got in his service . Nym . Shall we shog ? the king will be gone from Southampton . Pist . Come , let's away . - My love , give me ...
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Page 332 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many Summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 120 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature. Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace. Have no delight to pass away the time. Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity.
Page 314 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Page 335 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I...
Page 43 - O God ! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate...
Page 336 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Page 335 - Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 78 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 120 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity : And therefore — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these davs.
Page 113 - And so I was ; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother : And this word love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me ; I am myself alone.