Works, Том 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... peace , whilst I from far I His name with zealous fervour fandlify . His taken labours bid him me forgive ; I , his defpiteful Funo , fent him forth From courtly friends , with camping foes to live ; Where death and danger dog the heels ...
... peace , whilst I from far I His name with zealous fervour fandlify . His taken labours bid him me forgive ; I , his defpiteful Funo , fent him forth From courtly friends , with camping foes to live ; Where death and danger dog the heels ...
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... peace . 1 Lord . Nay , I affure you a peace concluded.` 2 Lord . What will Count Roufillon do then ? will he travel higher , or return again into France ? 1 Lord . I perceive by this demand , you are not alto- gether of his council . 2 ...
... peace . 1 Lord . Nay , I affure you a peace concluded.` 2 Lord . What will Count Roufillon do then ? will he travel higher , or return again into France ? 1 Lord . I perceive by this demand , you are not alto- gether of his council . 2 ...
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... apt : well , go thy way ; if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's fleth as any in Illyria . H 3 Mar Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' Sc . 6 . 89 WHAT YOU WILL . Vio. I'll do my best ...
... apt : well , go thy way ; if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's fleth as any in Illyria . H 3 Mar Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' Sc . 6 . 89 WHAT YOU WILL . Vio. I'll do my best ...
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William Shakespeare. Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that . Here comes my Lady ; make your excuse wisely , you were best . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio . [ Exit . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into a good fool ...
William Shakespeare. Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that . Here comes my Lady ; make your excuse wisely , you were best . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio . [ Exit . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into a good fool ...
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... peace , and other things of the like nature , were fent to the fheriff of each county , who was obliged to promulgate them , not only by caufing them to be read in every market - town , but by affixing them to fome convenient place ...
... peace , and other things of the like nature , were fent to the fheriff of each county , who was obliged to promulgate them , not only by caufing them to be read in every market - town , but by affixing them to fome convenient place ...
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Страница 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Страница 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Страница 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.