From “Comus”
THE LADY.—This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
My best guide now; methought it was the sound
Of riot and ill-managed merriment,
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe
Stirs up amongst the loose, unlettered hinds,
When for...
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From “Comus” |
Hence, loathed Melancholy, |
Hence, vain deluding joys, |
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones, |
From “Paradise Lost,” Book IV. |
From “Paradise Lost,” Book VI. |
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, |
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