 O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.  Calendar - Page 519by University of Calcutta - 1908Full view - About this book
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...body ("For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes / This vault a feasting presence, full of light ... O my love, my wife, / Death that hath suck'd the honey...thy breath / Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty . . . Beauty ensign yet / Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks . . ."), for Cleopatra, Antony's... | |
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...lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suckt d of Henry's heart. DUKB OF YORK. art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy Ups and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag... | |
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