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Pagina 31
... kiss the blood I spilt , and then I'll go : [ Kissing the dead Children . My soul is bloodied , well may my lips be so . Farewell , dear wife : now , thou and I must part ; I of thy wrongs repent me with my heart . Wife . O , stay ...
... kiss the blood I spilt , and then I'll go : [ Kissing the dead Children . My soul is bloodied , well may my lips be so . Farewell , dear wife : now , thou and I must part ; I of thy wrongs repent me with my heart . Wife . O , stay ...
Pagina 50
... kiss him and tenderly em- brace him as he had never done her wrong : which strange kindness so strook to his heart , remembering the misery he had heaped upon her , that embracing one another there was so pitiful lamentation between ...
... kiss him and tenderly em- brace him as he had never done her wrong : which strange kindness so strook to his heart , remembering the misery he had heaped upon her , that embracing one another there was so pitiful lamentation between ...
Pagina 44
... kiss me , sweet , for all my favours past . Am . I may not , Bremo ; and therefore pardon me . Bre . See how she flings away from me ! I will follow and give attend to her . Deny my love , a worm of beauty : I will chastise thee . Come ...
... kiss me , sweet , for all my favours past . Am . I may not , Bremo ; and therefore pardon me . Bre . See how she flings away from me ! I will follow and give attend to her . Deny my love , a worm of beauty : I will chastise thee . Come ...
Pagina 45
... kiss my Amadine . Am . You may , for who but you . Bre . When thou art up , the wood - lanes shall be strewed With violets , cowslips , and sweet marygolds , For thee to trample and to trace upon ; And I will teach thee how to kill the ...
... kiss my Amadine . Am . You may , for who but you . Bre . When thou art up , the wood - lanes shall be strewed With violets , cowslips , and sweet marygolds , For thee to trample and to trace upon ; And I will teach thee how to kill the ...
Pagina 5
... kisses : And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty , Making them red and pale with fresh variety , Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty : A summer's day will seem an hour but short ...
... kisses : And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty , Making them red and pale with fresh variety , Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty : A summer's day will seem an hour but short ...
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Amadine answer arms bear beauty better blood breast breath cause Caverley cheeks child comes dead dear death deeds delight desire dost doth Enter eyes face fair fall false father fear fire foul gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll keep kill kind king kiss leave lies light lips live look lord love's Lucrece master mind Mouse never night once pity pleasure poor praise quoth rest Segasto shame shepherd sight sometime sorrow soul speak stand sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou shalt thought thyself tongue true truth unto wife wilt woods worth wound wrong youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 202 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Pagina 175 - Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving?
Pagina 16 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Pagina 145 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Pagina 163 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave...
Pagina 184 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pagina 228 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Pagina 155 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Pagina 156 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Pagina 128 - Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.