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Seite 96 - No more, I pray you. Luke. Of this, be sure, you shall not I'll cut off Whatever is exorbitant in you, Or in your daughters, and reduce you to Your natural forms and habits ; not in revenge Of your base usage of me, but...
Seite 309 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not.
Seite 142 - Then, for an evening flight, A tiercel gentle, which I call, my masters, As he were sent a messenger to the moon, In such a place flies, as he seems to say, See me, or see me not ! the partridge sprung, He makes his stoop ; but wanting breath, is forced To cancelier ; then, with such speed as if He carried lightning in his wings, he strikes The trembling bird, who even in death appears Proud to be made his quarry.
Seite 118 - As his penitency shall work me. Make you good Your promised reformation, and instruct Our city dames, whom wealth makes proud, to move In their own spheres ; and willingly to confess, In their habits, manners, and their highest port, A distance 'twixt the city and the court.
Seite 68 - I found, What weak credulity could have no faith in, A treasure far exceeding these. Here lay A manor bound fast in a skin of parchment ; The wax continuing hard, the acres melting. Here a sure deed of gift for a market town, If not redeem'd this day ; which is not in The unthrift's power.
Seite 541 - Leon. How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman ! It is so seldom heard, that, when it speaks, It ravishes all senses.
Seite 67 - To be hugg'd ever ! In by-corners of This sacred room, silver in bags, heap'd up Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light ; the...
Seite 30 - And banquet be prepared here.' " The common place of banqueting, or of eating the dessert, among our ancestors, was the...