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... soul is not sav'd ! If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Oh , ho , quoth the devil , ' tis my John - a - Combe.'84 84 These lines , variously modified , are found in miscel- lanies long before Shakespeare's time . " Ten in the ...
... soul is not sav'd ! If any man ask , Who lies in this tomb ? Oh , ho , quoth the devil , ' tis my John - a - Combe.'84 84 These lines , variously modified , are found in miscel- lanies long before Shakespeare's time . " Ten in the ...
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... soul - confirming oaths . a O sweet suggesting love.- ] To suggest is to entice , to tempt , to seduce . Thus , in " The Tempest , " Act II . Sc . 1 : - For all the rest They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk . " And in the present ...
... soul - confirming oaths . a O sweet suggesting love.- ] To suggest is to entice , to tempt , to seduce . Thus , in " The Tempest , " Act II . Sc . 1 : - For all the rest They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk . " And in the present ...
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... soul's food ? Pity the dearth that I have pined in , By longing for that food so long a time . Didst thou but know the inly touch of love , b a Who art the table- ] Alluding to the table - book , or tables made of slate and ivory , and ...
... soul's food ? Pity the dearth that I have pined in , By longing for that food so long a time . Didst thou but know the inly touch of love , b a Who art the table- ] Alluding to the table - book , or tables made of slate and ivory , and ...
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... souls , particularly those of friends . " In Lancashire and Herefordshire it was usual at this period for the wealthy to dispense oaker . cakes , called soul - mass - cakes , to the poor , who , upon receiving them , repeated the ...
... souls , particularly those of friends . " In Lancashire and Herefordshire it was usual at this period for the wealthy to dispense oaker . cakes , called soul - mass - cakes , to the poor , who , upon receiving them , repeated the ...
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... soul's earth's God , and body's fostering patron , --- COST . Not a word of Costard yet . KING . So it is , - COST . It may be so : but if he say it is so , he is , in telling true , but so . KING . Peace ! COST.be to me , and every man ...
... soul's earth's God , and body's fostering patron , --- COST . Not a word of Costard yet . KING . So it is , - COST . It may be so : but if he say it is so , he is , in telling true , but so . KING . Peace ! COST.be to me , and every man ...
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Página 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Página 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Página 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.