The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... soul , To counsel me to make my peace with God , And are you yet to your own fouls fo blind , That you will war with God , by murd'ring me ? O Sirs , confider , they that set you on To do this deed , will hate you for the deed , 2 Vil ...
... soul , To counsel me to make my peace with God , And are you yet to your own fouls fo blind , That you will war with God , by murd'ring me ? O Sirs , confider , they that set you on To do this deed , will hate you for the deed , 2 Vil ...
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... soul , Death , defolation , ruin , and decay . It cannot be avoided , but by this ; It will not be avoided , but by this . Therefore , dear mother , ( I must call you fo , ) Be the attorney of my love to her ; Plead what I will be , not ...
... soul , Death , defolation , ruin , and decay . It cannot be avoided , but by this ; It will not be avoided , but by this . Therefore , dear mother , ( I must call you fo , ) Be the attorney of my love to her ; Plead what I will be , not ...
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... Souls day , fellows , is it not ? Sher . It is , my lord . Buck . Why , then All - Souls day is my body's Doomsday ... Soul , Is the determin'd refpect of my wrongs . 0 4 That That high All - feer , which I dallied with King RICHARD ...
... Souls day , fellows , is it not ? Sher . It is , my lord . Buck . Why , then All - Souls day is my body's Doomsday ... Soul , Is the determin'd refpect of my wrongs . 0 4 That That high All - feer , which I dallied with King RICHARD ...
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... Soul More ftronger to direct you than yourself ; If with the fap of reafon you would quench ,. Or but allay , the fire of paffion . Buck . Sir , I'm thankful to you , and I'll go along By your Prescription ; but this top - proud fellow ...
... Soul More ftronger to direct you than yourself ; If with the fap of reafon you would quench ,. Or but allay , the fire of paffion . Buck . Sir , I'm thankful to you , and I'll go along By your Prescription ; but this top - proud fellow ...
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... soul grows fad with Sing , and disperse ' em , if thou canft : leave working . SONG . RPHEUS with his lute made trees , And the mountain - tops , that freeze , Bow themselves when he did fing . To his mufic , plants and flowers . Ever ...
... soul grows fad with Sing , and disperse ' em , if thou canft : leave working . SONG . RPHEUS with his lute made trees , And the mountain - tops , that freeze , Bow themselves when he did fing . To his mufic , plants and flowers . Ever ...
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Page 136 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Page 379 - 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 376 - 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.
Page 136 - 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.
Page 376 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 377 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 136 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
Page 224 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 199 - 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 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 days.