 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 pągines
...looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes-...blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 pągines
...with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit,— As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes...and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and—farewel king! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence; throw away... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 pągines
...with looks t Infusing him with self and vain conceit , As if this flesh which walls about our life , "Were brass impregnable ; and humour'd thus , . Comes at the last , and with a little pin Bores thro' his castle walls , and ferewel King f Cover your heads , and mock not flesh and blood "With solemn... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 488 pągines
...with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes...and blood With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Tradition,9 form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 480 pągines
...with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes...and blood With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Tradition,9 form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 376 pągines
...our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thns, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Cores through his castle wall , and — farewell King! Cover...and blood With solemn reverence; throw away respect, Trrtdition, form, and ceremonions duty, For you have but mistook me all this while ; I live with bread... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 pągines
...Thou antick death, which laugh'st us here to scorn !" As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes...with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewel king! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence; throw away... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 pągines
...Were brass impregnable ; and, humour' d thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores lhrough his castle wall, and — farewell king ! Cover your...blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 pągines
...looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable ; and, humour'd thus, Comes...blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread... | |
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Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin... 
