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... grace and fair regard . ELY . And a true lover of the holy church . CANT . The courses of his youth promised it not . The breath no sooner left his father's body , But that his wildness , mortified in him , Seem'd to die too ; yea , at ...
... grace and fair regard . ELY . And a true lover of the holy church . CANT . The courses of his youth promised it not . The breath no sooner left his father's body , But that his wildness , mortified in him , Seem'd to die too ; yea , at ...
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... grace should glean it , Since his addiction was to courses vain , His companies unletter'd , rude and shallow , His hours fill'd up with riots , banquets , sports , And never noted in him any study , Any retirement , any sequestration ...
... grace should glean it , Since his addiction was to courses vain , His companies unletter'd , rude and shallow , His hours fill'd up with riots , banquets , sports , And never noted in him any study , Any retirement , any sequestration ...
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... grace at large , As touching France , to give a greater sum Than ever at one time the clergy yet Did to his predecessors part withal . ELY . How did this offer seem received , my lord ? CANT . With good acceptance of his majesty ; Save ...
... grace at large , As touching France , to give a greater sum Than ever at one time the clergy yet Did to his predecessors part withal . ELY . How did this offer seem received , my lord ? CANT . With good acceptance of his majesty ; Save ...
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... grace hath cause and means and might ; So hath your highness ; never king of England Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects , Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France . CANT . O ...
... grace hath cause and means and might ; So hath your highness ; never king of England Had nobles richer and more loyal subjects , Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France . CANT . O ...
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... grace our passion is as subject As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons : Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness Tell us the Dauphin's mind . FIRST AMB . Thus , then , in few . Your highness , lately sending into France ...
... grace our passion is as subject As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons : Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness Tell us the Dauphin's mind . FIRST AMB . Thus , then , in few . Your highness , lately sending into France ...
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Page 28 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Page 96 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there; makes marriage -vows As false as dicers...
Page 55 - 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 1 - O for a Muse of fire that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...
Page 56 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Page 55 - Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; 60 For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 27 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Page 9 - I this infer: That many things, having full reference To one consent, may work contrariously, As many arrows loosed several ways Come to one mark, as many ways meet in one town, As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea, As many lines close in the dial's center, So may a thousand actions, once afoot, End in one purpose, and be all well borne Without defeat.
Page 9 - 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...
Page 32 - If I begin the battery once again, I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur, Till in her ashes she lie buried. The gates of mercy shall be all shut up ; ' And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart, In liberty of bloody hand shall range With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass Your fresh fair virgins, and your flowering infants.