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| William Shakespeare. (15641616) |
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| 373 |
| I would fain die a dry death. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 374 |
| Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 375 |
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 376 |
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 377 |
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 378 |
My library Was dukedom large enough. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 379 |
Knowing I lovd my books, he furnishd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 380 |
| From the still-vexed Bermoothes. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 381 |
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 382 |
| Fill all thy bones with aches. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 383 |
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kissd The wild waves whist. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 384 |
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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