The Works of Mr. William Shakespear [sic], Том 7 |
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Over my Altars hath he hung his Lance , ; And for my fake hath leara'd to sport
and dance , To coy , to wanton , dally , smile and jest ; Scorning his charlith Drum
, and Ensign red , Making my Arms his Fiel , his Tent my Bed . Tha : Thus he , that
...
Over my Altars hath he hung his Lance , ; And for my fake hath leara'd to sport
and dance , To coy , to wanton , dally , smile and jest ; Scorning his charlith Drum
, and Ensign red , Making my Arms his Fiel , his Tent my Bed . Tha : Thus he , that
...
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Here all inrag'd such Passion her assails , That Patience is quite beaten from her
Breast ; She tears the sensess Sinon with her Nails , Comparing him to that
unhappy Guest , VVhore ' Deed hath made iter self her self detest . At last she ...
Here all inrag'd such Passion her assails , That Patience is quite beaten from her
Breast ; She tears the sensess Sinon with her Nails , Comparing him to that
unhappy Guest , VVhore ' Deed hath made iter self her self detest . At last she ...
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What uncooth ill Event Hath thee befallen , that thou doft trembling stand ? Sweet
Love , wbat Spice hath thy fair Colour spent ? Why art thou thus attir'd in
Discontent ? Vnmask dear Dear , this moody Heaviness , And tell thy Grief , that
we may ...
What uncooth ill Event Hath thee befallen , that thou doft trembling stand ? Sweet
Love , wbat Spice hath thy fair Colour spent ? Why art thou thus attir'd in
Discontent ? Vnmask dear Dear , this moody Heaviness , And tell thy Grief , that
we may ...
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Essay on the Art Rise and Progress of the Stage in Greece Rome | i |
The Glossary Ixviü | lxix |
Venus and Adonis | 1 |
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