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...finally, by a flinging reflection on the Queen's inconftancy : Why, flie would hang on him, As if increafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month— This affefts him fo feverely, that he ftrives to obliterate the idea : Let me not think on't— •...

...face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! muft I remember ? why, fhe would Hang on him, as if encreafeof appetite Had grown by what it fed on — and yet Within a year ! — Let me not think. ' Diftraftion almoft accompanies it. — Oh ! that this foul deed could...

...But two months dead ! — nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, 331 Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must Must I remember ?...

...face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Muft I remember ? Why, (he would hang on him, As if ¡ncreafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month,IJet me not think on't ; frailty, thy name is woman !— A little month ; or ere thofe (hots...

...her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Mull I remember ? why, Qie would hang on him, As ifencreafe of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month, — j Let me not think on't ; Frailty, thj name i woman I * A little month j or ere thofe fhoes were...

...so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember ? — why, she would hang...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet within a month Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month — or ere those...

...to thil I But two mon'hs dead 1 nay, not so much, not two ! So excellent a King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the windi of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and e:irth ! Mint I remember ? Why...

...But two months dead! — nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion4 to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem5 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she...

...heart, and the fancy, what the moral Essays of Bacon are to the understanding, a never-cloying feast! " As if increase of appetite had grown " By what it fed on."— Like « • Like them it comes " home to the business and bosom of every man ;" ( iy possessing the...