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Pàgina 32
The sweet and bitter foo ! lawyer ; you gave me nothing for't . no use of nothing , nuncle ? Lear . Why , no , boy ; nothing can be made out of nothing . Fool . ' Pr'ythee , tell him , so much the rent of his land comes to ; he will not ...
The sweet and bitter foo ! lawyer ; you gave me nothing for't . no use of nothing , nuncle ? Lear . Why , no , boy ; nothing can be made out of nothing . Fool . ' Pr'ythee , tell him , so much the rent of his land comes to ; he will not ...
Pàgina 41
O , let me not be mad , not mad , sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad !mama wa PÁGYANG GOMES KOTRE VÁS PIN ON CALMONTE CLOCK KA TARI KUT KODE POSTARA ZAGEM na magte van para sa para mag aan van a ta e tyre qe me ka mag ...
O , let me not be mad , not mad , sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad !mama wa PÁGYANG GOMES KOTRE VÁS PIN ON CALMONTE CLOCK KA TARI KUT KODE POSTARA ZAGEM na magte van para sa para mag aan van a ta e tyre qe me ka mag ...
Pàgina 60
If you do love old men , if your sweet sway Allow 2 obedience , if yourselves are old , 2 Make it your cause ; send down , and take my part ! -- Art not ashamed to look upon this beard ? --- O Regan , wilt thou take her by the hand ?
If you do love old men , if your sweet sway Allow 2 obedience , if yourselves are old , 2 Make it your cause ; send down , and take my part ! -- Art not ashamed to look upon this beard ? --- O Regan , wilt thou take her by the hand ?
Pàgina 74
Edg . Take heed o ' the foul fiend ; obey thy parents ; keep thy word justly ; swear not ; commit not with man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweet heart on proud array : Tom's a - cold . App to get andet kan man Nada vegada mereka ...
Edg . Take heed o ' the foul fiend ; obey thy parents ; keep thy word justly ; swear not ; commit not with man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweet heart on proud array : Tom's a - cold . App to get andet kan man Nada vegada mereka ...
Pàgina 82
The little dogs and all , Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them.Avaunt , you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white , Tooth that poisons if it bite ; Mastiff , greyhound ...
The little dogs and all , Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , see , they bark at me . Edg . Tom will throw his head at them.Avaunt , you curs ! Be thy mouth or black or white , Tooth that poisons if it bite ; Mastiff , greyhound ...
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Pàgina 306 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Pàgina 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 456 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Pàgina 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Pàgina 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pàgina 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Pàgina 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Pàgina 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Pàgina 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...