The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 224
... praise to mine own self bring ? And what is't but mine own , when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of single one , That by this separation I may give That due to thee , which thou deserv'st ...
... praise to mine own self bring ? And what is't but mine own , when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of single one , That by this separation I may give That due to thee , which thou deserv'st ...
Strana 240
... praise cannot be so thy praise , To tie up envy , evermore enlarged : If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show , Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe . LXXI . No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the ...
... praise cannot be so thy praise , To tie up envy , evermore enlarged : If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show , Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe . LXXI . No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the ...
Strana 258
... praise of ladies dead and lovely knights , Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best , Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises ...
... praise of ladies dead and lovely knights , Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best , Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises ...
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