Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Strana 97
... wish not a man from England : God's peace ! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more , methinks , would share from me , For the best hope I have . O ! do not wish one more : Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland , through my host ...
... wish not a man from England : God's peace ! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more , methinks , would share from me , For the best hope I have . O ! do not wish one more : Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland , through my host ...
Strana 229
... wish thee well : I wish thee , Vin , before all wealth , Both bodily and ghostly health ; Nor too much wealth nor wit come to thee , So much of either may undo thee . I wish thee learning , not for show , Enough for to instruct and know ...
... wish thee well : I wish thee , Vin , before all wealth , Both bodily and ghostly health ; Nor too much wealth nor wit come to thee , So much of either may undo thee . I wish thee learning , not for show , Enough for to instruct and know ...
Strana 544
... wish is full to riot and to rail . In full - blown dignity , see Wolsey stand , Law in his voice , and fortune in his hand : To him the church , the realm , their pow'rs consign , Thro ' him the rays of regal bounty shine , Turn'd by ...
... wish is full to riot and to rail . In full - blown dignity , see Wolsey stand , Law in his voice , and fortune in his hand : To him the church , the realm , their pow'rs consign , Thro ' him the rays of regal bounty shine , Turn'd by ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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