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59. lappuse - Men pray against ; and when they die, like tales 111 told, and unbeliev'd, they pass away And go to dust forgotten : but, my lord, Those short days I shall number to my rest, (As many must not see me) shall, though too late, Though in my evening, yet perceive a will, Since I can do no good because a woman, Reach constantly at something that is near it ; I will redeem one minute of my age, Or like another Niobe I'll weep Till I am water.
ii. lappuse - Their plots were generally more regular than Shakespeare's, especially those which were made before Beaumont's death; and they understood and imitated the conversation of gentlemen much better; whose wild debaucheries, and quickness of wit in repartees, no poet before them could paint as they have done.
16. lappuse - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
172. lappuse - I'll have you coddled. — Let him loose, my spirits ! Make us a round ring with your bills, my Hectors, And let us see what this trim man dares do.
394. lappuse - Farewell, good wife ; I expect it not : all I have to do in this world, is to be merry ; which I shall, if the ground be not taken from me ; and if it be, [Sings. When earth and seas from me are reft, The skies aloft for me are left.
145. lappuse - He needs no teaching, he strikes sure enough : his greatest fault is, he hunts too much in the purlieus ; woul'd he would leave off poaching ! Dion. And for his horn, h'as left it at the lodge where he lay late. Oh, he's a precious limehound ! ' turn him loose upon the pursuit of a lady, and if he lose her, hang him up 'i the slip.
450. lappuse - cried. March out and shew your willing minds, by twenty and by twenty, To Hogsdon, or to Newington, where ale and cakes are plenty ! And let it ne'er be said for shame, that we the youths of London, Lay thrumming of our caps at home, and left our custom undone. Up then, I say, both young and old, both man and maid...
114. lappuse - A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once. What master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning ? Let me be corrected, To break my stubbornness, if it be so, Rather than turn me off; and I shall mend. Ph1. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, That, trust me, I could weep to part with thee.

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