Thou know'st my words sincere!
Thou know'st my words sincere!
Thou better know'st
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude.
Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
QUEEN Thou knowst tis common all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. HAMLET Ay, madam, it is common.
Maro, you' give me nothing while you live, but, after death, you cry, then, you'll give If thou art not indeed turned arrant ass, Thou know'st what I desire to come to pass
Let them bestow on every airth a limb Then open all my veins, that I may swim To thee, my Maker in that crimson lake Then place my parboiled head upon a stake - Scatter my ashes - strew them in the air - Lord since thou know'st where all these
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
In Lifes small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained Knowst thou when Fate Thy measure takes or when shell say to thee, I find thee worthy do this deed for me.
Thou know'st the o'er-eager vehemence of youth, How quick in temper, and in judgment weak
Alas, all the castles I have, are built with air, thou know'st.
Know'st thou yesterday, its aim and reason Workst thou will today for worthier things Then calmly wait the morrows hidden season, And fear thou not, what hap soeer it brings.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose.
Lines Written on the Window of his Jail the Night before his Execution. Let them bestow on every airth a limb Then open all my veins, that I may swim To thee, my Maker in that crimson lake Then place my parboiled head upon a stake Scatter my ashesstrew them in the air Lord since thou knowst where all these atoms are, Im hopeful thoult recover once my dust, And confident thoult raise me with the just.
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane, The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again How oft hereafter rising shall she look Through this same Garden after me - in vain.
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