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By Heaven , methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright Honour from the pale - fac'd Moon ; 200 Or dive into the bottom of the Deep , Where fathom - line could never touch the ground , And pluck up drowned Honour by the locks ; So he ...
By Heaven , methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright Honour from the pale - fac'd Moon ; 200 Or dive into the bottom of the Deep , Where fathom - line could never touch the ground , And pluck up drowned Honour by the locks ; So he ...
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For every Honour sitting on his helm , Would they were multitudes , and on my head My Shames redoubled ! for the time will come That I shall make this northern youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities .
For every Honour sitting on his helm , Would they were multitudes , and on my head My Shames redoubled ! for the time will come That I shall make this northern youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities .
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Well , ' tis no matter ; honour pricks me on . Yea ; but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set - to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no . Honour hath no skill in surgery ...
Well , ' tis no matter ; honour pricks me on . Yea ; but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set - to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no . Honour hath no skill in surgery ...
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