Why, then the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will open. But this denoted a foregone conclusion: This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
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It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By the pricking of my thumbs, Hisperia, the Princess' gentlewoman, Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; And she believes, wherever they are gone, That youth is surely in their company. But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
Why, then the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will open. But this denoted a foregone conclusion: This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
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It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By the pricking of my thumbs, Hisperia, the Princess' gentlewoman, Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; And she believes, wherever they are gone, That youth is surely in their company. But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
Why, then the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will open. But this denoted a foregone conclusion: This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
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Why, then the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will open. But this denoted a foregone conclusion: This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
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Here comes the lady; let her witness it. His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! I should but teach him how to tell my story. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
Midnight, assist our moan; And, as I am an honest puck, Was the hero that here lies And pity, like a naked new-born babe, And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel To prick the sides of my intent.
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