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William Shakespeare. (1564–1616)

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 lov’d my books, he furnish’d 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 kiss’d
  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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