Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
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An. When I would pray, & think, I thinke, and pray
An. To seuerall subiects: heauen hath my empty words,
An. Whilst my Inuention, hearing not my Tongue,
An. Anchors on Isabell: heauen in my mouth,
An. As if I did but onely chew his name,
An. And in my heart the strong and swelling euill
An. Of my conception: the state whereon I studied
An. Is like a good thing, being often read
An. Growne feard, and tedious: yea, my Grauitie
An. Wherein (let no man heare me) I take pride,
An. Could I, with boote, change for an idle plume
An. Which the ayre beats for vaine: oh place, oh forme,
An. How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit
An. Wrench awe from fooles, and tye the wiser soules
An. To thy false seeming? Blood, thou art blood,
An. Let's write good Angell on the Deuills horne
An. 'Tis not the Deuills Crest: how now? who's there?
An. Enter Seruant.
Ser. Ser.