Thinks't thou there are no serpents in the world; But those that slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them; There are who in the path of social Iife; Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting th.
Thinks't thou there are no serpents in the world; But those that slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them; There are who in the path of social Iife; Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting th.
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss ... When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father
be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
Thinkst thou Id make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions No to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.
If I speak to thee in friendship's name, Thou think'st I speak too coldly If I mention love's devoted flame, Thou say'st I speak too boldly.
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time It doth but actions are our epochs
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Ametas
Think'st Thou that this Love can stand,
Whilst Thou still dost say me nay?
What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?
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