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...being peevish i I tell thee what, Anthonio, — I love thee, and it is my love that speaks ;— » 9* There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and...do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be drest in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit ; As v. ho should say, / em Sir Oracle, Ant...

...his grandfire cut in alabafter? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevifh ? I tell thee what, Antonio, — I love thee, and it is my love that fpeaks ; — There are a fort of men, whofe vifages Do cream ' and mantle, like a (landing pond 5 And...

...his grandfire cut in alabafter ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevifh ? I tell thee what, Antonio, — I love thee, and it is my love that fpeaks ; — There are a fort of men, whofe vifages Do cream and mantle, like a {landing pond ; And...

...his grandiire cut in alabafter ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundiceBy being peevilh ? I tell thee what, Antonio ; — I love thee, and it is my love that fpeaks;— There are a fort of men, whofe vifages Do cream and mantle, like a Handing pond j And do...

...his grandlire cut in alabafter ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevifh ? I tell thee what, Antonio,— I love thee, and it is my love that fpeaks ;— ' There are a fort of men, whofe vifages Do cream and mantle, like a flanding pond ; And...

...mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By...wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, / am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! O, my Antonio, I do know of these, That...

...mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio,-rr I )ove thee, and it is my Jove that speaks ; — • There are a sort of men, whose visages...

...mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice By...wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, / am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark ! • O, my Antonio, I do know of these,...