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... look on me ; Behold the window of my heart , mine eye , What humble suit attends thy answer there .; Impose some service on me for thy love . Rosaline . Oft have I heard of you , my Lord Biron , Before I saw you ; and the world's large ...
... look on me ; Behold the window of my heart , mine eye , What humble suit attends thy answer there .; Impose some service on me for thy love . Rosaline . Oft have I heard of you , my Lord Biron , Before I saw you ; and the world's large ...
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... looks and father - like of face , " who uttered " strange talk " before strangers , not inclined to mirth , but " well disposed if any prince took pleasure in the mirth he made " or " loved to hear him lie , " as the King says of Armado ...
... looks and father - like of face , " who uttered " strange talk " before strangers , not inclined to mirth , but " well disposed if any prince took pleasure in the mirth he made " or " loved to hear him lie , " as the King says of Armado ...
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... look . Light seeking light doth light of light beguile ; So , ere you find where light in darkness lies , Your light ... looks ; Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others ' books . These earthly godfathers of ...
... look . Light seeking light doth light of light beguile ; So , ere you find where light in darkness lies , Your light ... looks ; Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others ' books . These earthly godfathers of ...
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... look sad . Armado . Why , sadness is one and the selfsame thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O Lord , sir , no ! Armado . How canst thou part sadness and mel- ancholy , my tender juvenal ? Moth . By a familiar demonstration of the work ...
... look sad . Armado . Why , sadness is one and the selfsame thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O Lord , sir , no ! Armado . How canst thou part sadness and mel- ancholy , my tender juvenal ? Moth . By a familiar demonstration of the work ...
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... look upon . It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words , and therefore I will say noth- ing . I thank God I have as little patience as another man , and therefore I can be quiet . [ Exeunt Moth and Costard . Armado . I do ...
... look upon . It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words , and therefore I will say noth- ing . I thank God I have as little patience as another man , and therefore I can be quiet . [ Exeunt Moth and Costard . Armado . I do ...
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Seite 96 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye ; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind ; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd : Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails: Love's...
Seite 143 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 97 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: Then fools you were these women to forswear; Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
Seite 32 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Seite 97 - For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair. And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Seite 51 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 220 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none...
Seite 12 - Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs...
Seite 143 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 143 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...