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... doth supresse or conceale the said writings or hath cancelled the same , or doth refuse to set forth the same , Or that this Defend ' doth knowe that the said writings doe concerne the Complainant dureing the Defend life , Or that shee ...
... doth supresse or conceale the said writings or hath cancelled the same , or doth refuse to set forth the same , Or that this Defend ' doth knowe that the said writings doe concerne the Complainant dureing the Defend life , Or that shee ...
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... doth ne're advance The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty Malice might pretend this praise ... doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mixe thee so , my braine excuses , - I meane ...
... doth ne're advance The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty Malice might pretend this praise ... doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mixe thee so , my braine excuses , - I meane ...
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... doth run his unwearied course should , as it were , through a languishing faintness begin to stand and to rest himself ; if the moon should wander from her beaten way , the times and seasons of the year blend themselves by disorders and ...
... doth run his unwearied course should , as it were , through a languishing faintness begin to stand and to rest himself ; if the moon should wander from her beaten way , the times and seasons of the year blend themselves by disorders and ...
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... doth say : For get you gone , she doth not mean away : Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black , say they have angels ' faces . That man that hath a tongue , I say , is no man , If with his tongue he ...
... doth say : For get you gone , she doth not mean away : Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black , say they have angels ' faces . That man that hath a tongue , I say , is no man , If with his tongue he ...
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... doth inherit pain : As , painfully to pore upon a book , To seek the light of truth ; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eye - sight of his look : Light , seeking light , doth light of light beguile : So , ere you find where ...
... doth inherit pain : As , painfully to pore upon a book , To seek the light of truth ; while truth the while Doth falsely blind the eye - sight of his look : Light , seeking light , doth light of light beguile : So , ere you find where ...
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.