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| Libraries | Some book there is that she desires to see. Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy. But thou art deeper read and better skilled, Come and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Reveal the damned contriver of this deed. |
| Life | Simply the thing I am shall make me live. |
| Lilies | Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets! |
| Lilies | Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish. |
| Linguists | This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist and the armipotent soldier. |
| Linguists | But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads, but for mine own part, if was Greek to me. |
| Linguists | Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin. |
| Linguists | O, good my lord, no Latin! I am not such a truant since my coming As not to know the language I have lived in. A strnage tongue makes my cause more strnage, suspicious. Pray speak in English. |
| Linguists | He plays o' th' viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature. |
| Linguists | But to the purpose--for we cite our faults That they may hold excused our lawless lives, And partly, seeing you are beautified With goodly shape, and by your own report A linguist, and a man of such perfection As we do in our quality much want-- |
| Listening | And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale, and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. |
| Listening | And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed. |
| Literary | Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. |
| Livery | It fits us therefore ripely Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness. |
| Livery | Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night. Sweet ladies, good night, good night. |
| Livery | Nay, 'tis in a manner done already, For many carriages he hath dispatched To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel To the disposing of the cardinal, With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, If you think meet, this afternoon will post To consummate this business happily. |
| Livery | But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device When I am in my coach, which stays for us At the park gate, and therefore haste away, For we must measure twenty miles to-day. |
| Losing | Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms. |
| Loss | Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. |
| Loss | Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. |
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