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الصفحة 206 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
الصفحة 16 - A parliament member, a justice of peace, At home a poor scarecrow, at London an asse, If lowsie is Lucy, as some volke miscalle it, Then Lucy is lowsie, whatever befall it. He thinks himself great ; Yet an asse in his state, We allow, by his ears, but with asses to mate. If Lucy is lowsie as some volke miscall it, Then sing lowsie Lucy whatever befall it speare did not wait to brave the united puissance of a Knight of the Shire and a country attorney.
الصفحة 518 - t or give 't away were such perdition As nothing else could match. Des. Is 't possible ? Oth. 'T is true : there 's magic in the web of it : A sibyl, that had number'd in the world The sun to course two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work ; The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk ; And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful Conserved of maidens
الصفحة 476 - L'EXEMPT. Ce n'est pas vous à qui j'en veux rendre raison. (A Orgon.) Remettez-vous, monsieur, d'une alarme si chaude. Nous vivons sous un prince ennemi de la fraude, Un prince dont les yeux se font jour dans les cœurs, Et que ne peut tromper tout l'art des imposteurs.
الصفحة 345 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile!
الصفحة 202 - The | History of | Henrie the | Fovrth ; | With the battell at Shrewsburie, | betweene the King and Lord \ Henry Percy, surnamed | Henrie Hotspur of | the North. | With the humorous conceits of Sir \ John Falstalffe. | AT LONDON, | Printed by PS for Andrew Wise, dwelling | in Paules Churchyard, at the signe of | the Angell. 1598.
الصفحة 346 - I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame; Nor thou with public kindness honour me, Unless thou take that honour from thy name.
الصفحة 345 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
الصفحة 348 - Now all is done, have what shall have no end! Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
الصفحة 33 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another And not in me: I am myself alone.