PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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Vicesimus Knox. For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks | Better opinion , better confirmation ; The muzzle of restraint , and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth in ev'ry innocent . O my poor kingdom , sick with civil blows ! When ...
Vicesimus Knox. For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks | Better opinion , better confirmation ; The muzzle of restraint , and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth in ev'ry innocent . O my poor kingdom , sick with civil blows ! When ...
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... better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true , And it shall please me well for mine own I shall be ... better . Did I say better ? — I Bru . If you did , I care not . Cas . When Cæsar liv'd , he durst not thus have mov'd ...
... better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true , And it shall please me well for mine own I shall be ... better . Did I say better ? — I Bru . If you did , I care not . Cas . When Cæsar liv'd , he durst not thus have mov'd ...
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... better with my life than his So to have died : mine had been of a piece , Spent in your service , dying at your feet . Seb . The more effeminate and soft his life , The more his fame , to struggle to the field , And meet his glorious ...
... better with my life than his So to have died : mine had been of a piece , Spent in your service , dying at your feet . Seb . The more effeminate and soft his life , The more his fame , to struggle to the field , And meet his glorious ...
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