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Of unconcerning things , matters of fact ; How others on our stage their parts did Act ; What Cæsar did , yea , and what Cicero said . Why grasse is greene , or why our blood is red , Are mysteries which none have reach'd unto .
Of unconcerning things , matters of fact ; How others on our stage their parts did Act ; What Cæsar did , yea , and what Cicero said . Why grasse is greene , or why our blood is red , Are mysteries which none have reach'd unto .
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II Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness , And utterly consumed with sharp distress , While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , 60 We only toil , who are the first of things ...
II Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness , And utterly consumed with sharp distress , While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , 60 We only toil , who are the first of things ...
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Oh , He hath made things worthier than Himself , And envieth that , so helped , such things do more Than He who made them ! What consoles but this ? That they , unless through Him , do nought at all , And must submit : what other use in ...
Oh , He hath made things worthier than Himself , And envieth that , so helped , such things do more Than He who made them ! What consoles but this ? That they , unless through Him , do nought at all , And must submit : what other use in ...
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