Mr. William Shakespeare: King John. Richard II. Henry IV |
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The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes , And loft their hearts : the nobles hath he fin'd For ancient quarrels , and quite loft their hearts . WIL . And daily new exactions are devis'd , As - blanks , benevolences , and I wot ...
The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes , And loft their hearts : the nobles hath he fin'd For ancient quarrels , and quite loft their hearts . WIL . And daily new exactions are devis'd , As - blanks , benevolences , and I wot ...
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From fome fore - father grief ; mine is not for For nothing hath begot my fomething grief ; Or fomething hath , the nothing that 1 grieve : ' Tis in reverfion that I do possefs ; But what it is , that is not yet known ; what I cannot ...
From fome fore - father grief ; mine is not for For nothing hath begot my fomething grief ; Or fomething hath , the nothing that 1 grieve : ' Tis in reverfion that I do possefs ; But what it is , that is not yet known ; what I cannot ...
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These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearifome : And yet your fair discourse hath been as fugar , Making the hard way sweet and délectable . But , I bethink me , what a weary way ...
These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearifome : And yet your fair discourse hath been as fugar , Making the hard way sweet and délectable . But , I bethink me , what a weary way ...
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