The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, Volumul 8 |
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Pagina 37
This cannot anger him : ' twould anger him , To raise a spirit in his mistress ' circle , Of some strange nature , letting it there stand ' Till fhe had laid it , and conjur'd it down ; That were fome spight .
This cannot anger him : ' twould anger him , To raise a spirit in his mistress ' circle , Of some strange nature , letting it there stand ' Till fhe had laid it , and conjur'd it down ; That were fome spight .
Pagina 45
The earth , that's Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying Grave , that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bofom find : Many for many virtues excellent , 9 None but for fome ...
The earth , that's Nature's mother , is her tomb ; What is her burying Grave , that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We fucking on her natural bofom find : Many for many virtues excellent , 9 None but for fome ...
Pagina 52
Now thou art fociable ; now art thou Romeo ; now art thou what thou art , by art , as well as by nature ; for this drivelling love is like a great Natural , that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole . Ben .
Now thou art fociable ; now art thou Romeo ; now art thou what thou art , by art , as well as by nature ; for this drivelling love is like a great Natural , that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole . Ben .
Pagina 72
O nature ! what hadft thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the Spirit of a fiend In mortal Paradife of fuch fweet flesh ? Was ever book , containing fuch vile matter , So fairly bound ? O , that deceit should dwell In fuch a ...
O nature ! what hadft thou to do in hell , When thou didst bower the Spirit of a fiend In mortal Paradife of fuch fweet flesh ? Was ever book , containing fuch vile matter , So fairly bound ? O , that deceit should dwell In fuch a ...
Pagina 105
3 For tho ' fond Nature bids us all lament , Yet Nature's Tears are Reafon's Merriment . Cap . All Things , that we ordained festival , Turn from their Office to black Funeral ; Our Inftruments to melancholy Bells , Our wedding Chear to ...
3 For tho ' fond Nature bids us all lament , Yet Nature's Tears are Reafon's Merriment . Cap . All Things , that we ordained festival , Turn from their Office to black Funeral ; Our Inftruments to melancholy Bells , Our wedding Chear to ...
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