The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 7 |
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For her own person , It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion ( cloth of gold , of tissue , ) O'er - picturing that Venus , where we see The fancy out - work nature : on each side her , Stood pretty dimpled boys ...
For her own person , It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion ( cloth of gold , of tissue , ) O'er - picturing that Venus , where we see The fancy out - work nature : on each side her , Stood pretty dimpled boys ...
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of us For nature puts me to a heavy task ; Stand all aloof : - but , uncle , draw you near , To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk :O , take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips , [ Kisses Titus . These sorrowful drops upon thy blood ...
of us For nature puts me to a heavy task ; Stand all aloof : - but , uncle , draw you near , To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk :O , take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips , [ Kisses Titus . These sorrowful drops upon thy blood ...
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It is most strange , Nature should be so conversant with pain , Being thereto not compellid . Cer . I held it ever , Virtue and cunning4 were endowments greater * Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs May the two latter darken and ...
It is most strange , Nature should be so conversant with pain , Being thereto not compellid . Cer . I held it ever , Virtue and cunning4 were endowments greater * Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs May the two latter darken and ...
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