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Page 37
These eyes , like lamps whose wasting oil is spent , Wax dim , as drawing to their
exigent . Weak shoulders over - born with burthening grief , And pithless arms
like to a wither'd vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground : Yet are ...
These eyes , like lamps whose wasting oil is spent , Wax dim , as drawing to their
exigent . Weak shoulders over - born with burthening grief , And pithless arms
like to a wither'd vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground : Yet are ...
Page 100
Then will I raise aloft the milk - white rose , With whose sweet smell the air shall
be perfum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the
house of Lancaster ; And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown , Whose
bookish ...
Then will I raise aloft the milk - white rose , With whose sweet smell the air shall
be perfum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the
house of Lancaster ; And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown , Whose
bookish ...
Page 149
And therefore do they cry , though you forbid , That they will guard you whe'r you
will no , From such fell ferpents as false Suffolk is ; With whose invenomed and
fatal sting Your loving uncle , twenty times his worth , They say , is shamefully ...
And therefore do they cry , though you forbid , That they will guard you whe'r you
will no , From such fell ferpents as false Suffolk is ; With whose invenomed and
fatal sting Your loving uncle , twenty times his worth , They say , is shamefully ...
Page 243
Because thy father Henry did ufurp , And thou no more art Prince than she is
Queen . Oxf . Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gavini , Which did subdue
the greatest part of Spain ; And after John of Gaunt , Henry the fourth , Whose
wisdom ...
Because thy father Henry did ufurp , And thou no more art Prince than she is
Queen . Oxf . Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gavini , Which did subdue
the greatest part of Spain ; And after John of Gaunt , Henry the fourth , Whose
wisdom ...
Page 271
Thus yields the Cedar , to the ax's edge , Whose arms gave shelter to the princely
eagle , Under whose shade the ramping lion Nept , Whose top - branch over -
peer'd fove's spreading tree , And kept low fhrubs from winter's pow'rful wind .
Thus yields the Cedar , to the ax's edge , Whose arms gave shelter to the princely
eagle , Under whose shade the ramping lion Nept , Whose top - branch over -
peer'd fove's spreading tree , And kept low fhrubs from winter's pow'rful wind .
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| Title | Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII Volume 4 of The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Sir Thomas Hanmer |
| Publisher | J. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 10 Jul 2007 |
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