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Page 161 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 3 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark How far, perhaps, they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias...
Page 78 - O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end!
Page 172 - The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 15 - Javan ! I know that all men hate my father; Javan ! I fear that all should hate my father ; And therefore, Javan, must his daughter's love, Her dutiful, her deep, her fervent love, Make up to his forlorn and desolate heart The forfeited affections of his kind.
Page 202 - BETTER trust all and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiving, Than doubt one heart that, if believed, Had blessed one's life with true believing. Oh, in this mocking world, too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth; Better be cheated to the last Than lose the blessed hope of truth.
Page 280 - t; I have use for it. Go, leave me. — (Exit Emilia). I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of Holy Writ.