The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 317
... true mind thus maketh mine un- true . CXIV . Or whether doth my mind , being crown'd with you , Drink up the monarch's plague , this flattery ? Or whether shall I say , mine eye saith true , And that your love taught it this alchemy ...
... true mind thus maketh mine un- true . CXIV . Or whether doth my mind , being crown'd with you , Drink up the monarch's plague , this flattery ? Or whether shall I say , mine eye saith true , And that your love taught it this alchemy ...
Strana 320
... true need- ing . Thus policy in love , to anticipate The ills that were not , grew to faults assured , And brought to medicine a healthful state , Which , rank of goodness , would by ill be cured . [ true , But thence I learn , and find ...
... true need- ing . Thus policy in love , to anticipate The ills that were not , grew to faults assured , And brought to medicine a healthful state , Which , rank of goodness , would by ill be cured . [ true , But thence I learn , and find ...
Strana 321
... true sorrow hits , And soon to you , as you to me , then tender'd The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits ! But that your trespass now becomes a fee ; Mine ransoms yours , and yours must ran som me . CXXI . ' Tis better to be vile ...
... true sorrow hits , And soon to you , as you to me , then tender'd The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits ! But that your trespass now becomes a fee ; Mine ransoms yours , and yours must ran som me . CXXI . ' Tis better to be vile ...
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