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... tongue and a quiet sword ; by the means whereof ' a breaks words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , -he hath heard that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest ' a should be thought a ...
... tongue and a quiet sword ; by the means whereof ' a breaks words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , -he hath heard that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest ' a should be thought a ...
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... it is a theme as fluent as the sea ; turn the sands into eloquent tongues , and my horse is argument for them all ' tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on , and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on 58 ACT III . KING HENRY V.
... it is a theme as fluent as the sea ; turn the sands into eloquent tongues , and my horse is argument for them all ' tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on , and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on 58 ACT III . KING HENRY V.
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... tongue . Do you like me , Kate ? Kath . Pardonnez moy , I cannot tell vat is- like me . K. Hen . An angel is like ... tongues of men are full of deceits ? Alice . Ouy ; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits dat is de princess ...
... tongue . Do you like me , Kate ? Kath . Pardonnez moy , I cannot tell vat is- like me . K. Hen . An angel is like ... tongues of men are full of deceits ? Alice . Ouy ; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits dat is de princess ...
Page 107
... tongue , that can rhyme themselves into ladies ' favours , they do always reason themselves out again . What ! a speaker is but a prater ; a rhyme is but a ballad . A good leg will fall ; a straight back will stoop ; a black beard will ...
... tongue , that can rhyme themselves into ladies ' favours , they do always reason themselves out again . What ! a speaker is but a prater ; a rhyme is but a ballad . A good leg will fall ; a straight back will stoop ; a black beard will ...
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... tongue like a new - married wife about her husband's neck , hardly to be shook off . Quand j'ay la possession de France , et quand vous avez la possession de moy , ( let me see , what then ? Saint Denis be my speed ! ) - donc vostre est ...
... tongue like a new - married wife about her husband's neck , hardly to be shook off . Quand j'ay la possession de France , et quand vous avez la possession de moy , ( let me see , what then ? Saint Denis be my speed ! ) - donc vostre est ...
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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.