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William Shakespeare, H. Colborne-Smith. The Limitless Power of Gold Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heaven ! Thus much of this will make black white : foul fair ; Wrong ...
William Shakespeare, H. Colborne-Smith. The Limitless Power of Gold Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heaven ! Thus much of this will make black white : foul fair ; Wrong ...
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... gold ; Purple the sails , and so perfumed , that The winds were love - sick with them ; the oars were silver , Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke , and made The water , which they beat , to follow faster , As amorous of their ...
... gold ; Purple the sails , and so perfumed , that The winds were love - sick with them ; the oars were silver , Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke , and made The water , which they beat , to follow faster , As amorous of their ...
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... Gold what If I do line one of their hands ? " Tis gold Act II , Sc . iii Which buys admittance ; oft it doth ; yea , and makes Diana's rangers false themselves , yield up Their deer to the stand o ' the stealer ; and ' tis gold Which ...
... Gold what If I do line one of their hands ? " Tis gold Act II , Sc . iii Which buys admittance ; oft it doth ; yea , and makes Diana's rangers false themselves , yield up Their deer to the stand o ' the stealer ; and ' tis gold Which ...
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THE TEMPEST | 13 |
THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR | 21 |
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS | 31 |
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Act II affection base bear beauty better blood body break breath Cæsar cold counsel dangerous dead death doth dream ears earth ends England eyes face fair fall fault fear fire fool fortune friends give gold grace Greeting grief grow hand happy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY honour hope horse hour justice keep kind king leave live look lord lose lost man's means men's mind nature never night once peace play poor princes reason rich shines sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stand steal strange sweet tell thee There's things thou art thou hast thought tongue true turn virtue wind wise woman wound youth