A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count That died some twelvemonth since, then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother, Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, They say, she hath abjured the company And sight of men.
Diyahas quoted2 days ago
And water once a day her chamber round With eye-offending brine: all this to season A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh And lasting in her sad remembrance.
Diyahas quoted2 days ago
Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence! That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
Diyahas quoted2 days ago
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
rima carpenterhas quoted3 years ago
that can be can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes
rima carpenterhas quoted3 years ago
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
rima carpenterhas quoted3 years ago
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more