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Strana 59 - INGRATITUDE. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly: [folly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere Then heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly.
Strana 46 - love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgement ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. Julius
Strana 55 - At length broke under me and now has left Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain, pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Strana 50 - clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds. And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and
Strana 55 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no
Strana 50 - and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners* you. The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The