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... give pity To her , whofe ftate is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where fhe is fure to lose ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Το Count . Had you not ...
... give pity To her , whofe ftate is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where fhe is fure to lose ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Το Count . Had you not ...
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... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave ...
... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave ...
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... give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . If King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey ...
... give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . If King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey ...
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... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
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... give consent . Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myfelf against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft fure , My art is not paft power , nor you past cure . King ...
... give consent . Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myfelf against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft fure , My art is not paft power , nor you past cure . King ...
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Page 324 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.