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Pagina 27
Their pricks at my foot - fall : sometime am I My father's loss , the weakness which I feel , All wound with adders , who with cloven The wreck of all my friends , or this man's tongues threats , Do hiss me into madness -Lo , now , lo !
Their pricks at my foot - fall : sometime am I My father's loss , the weakness which I feel , All wound with adders , who with cloven The wreck of all my friends , or this man's tongues threats , Do hiss me into madness -Lo , now , lo !
Pagina 33
Their pricks at my foot - fall : sometime am I My father's loss , the weakness which I feel , All wound with adders , who with cloven The wreck of all my friends , or this man's tongues threats , Do hiss me into madness .
Their pricks at my foot - fall : sometime am I My father's loss , the weakness which I feel , All wound with adders , who with cloven The wreck of all my friends , or this man's tongues threats , Do hiss me into madness .
Pagina 62
Abound as thick as thought could make ' em , Mark but my fall , and that which ruin'd me . Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty , Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; As doth a rock against the chiding flood , By that ...
Abound as thick as thought could make ' em , Mark but my fall , and that which ruin'd me . Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty , Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; As doth a rock against the chiding flood , By that ...
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