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Twas pretty , tho ' a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : heart , too capablen Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
Twas pretty , tho ' a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : heart , too capablen Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
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... a traitrefs , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring concord ; and his difcord dulcet ; His faith , his fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendons , That blinking Cupid goffips .
... a traitrefs , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring concord ; and his difcord dulcet ; His faith , his fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendons , That blinking Cupid goffips .
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Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen thofe wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young ...
Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen thofe wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young ...
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What is the matter , fweet heart ? Ber . Although before the folemn priest I've fworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , fweet heart ? Ber 4 Par . 42 ALL's well , that ENDS well . Par. Well, thou haft a fon fhall take ...
What is the matter , fweet heart ? Ber . Although before the folemn priest I've fworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , fweet heart ? Ber 4 Par . 42 ALL's well , that ENDS well . Par. Well, thou haft a fon fhall take ...
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What ? what , fweet heart ? Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber .
What ? what , fweet heart ? Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber .
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Seite 75 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.