yeaforhisunnsagiselvestheye;iloveandhonoureventheleastofenglishlandsanyatonoodoftiredgrulingatthenditionsofdelifeforayearortbledlittleallthebetterfor
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oflate,ihavebeenusiydesire
ihadtogointoexeteryesterdayigotthereaboutsunset,transainuteortusiyheartleaptthereistoodinthethie;anditreledente,iyway
itisethatiusiesnotinbarestdays,butinthoseofdeeoneinthehouseeetopassisay”playedthepiano”aphrasethatversyousienteson,ibelieve,stanusiythoughts;itdetheeinahappyod;ioanyapagetothe
rethanonusibersuilesandles,inthehopeofyselfsothatiuldsleepandforgetthenepeace
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todayihavereadtheteestitisperhapstheplaythatilovebest,and,beonlypassitoverinopeningthebookyet,asalore,ifindthatknopletethanisupposedsoitight;soitindlefttoreadthe
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theteestntainsthenoblestditativepassageinalltheplays;thatbodiesshakespearesfinalvietheteaostexquisitelyripseoffairylandostbeautyofadsueightsdreaprosperosfareiraoftenasyouintedfrohebrainofthepoetbeingperfect,theycanneverdroopunderthatsatietytheperceptionoffault;theirvirtuecanneverbesoentirelysavouredastoleavenopungencyofgustoforthenextapproach
angthenyreasonsakegladtohavebeenboinengland,oneofthefirstisthatireadshakespeareinthertongueifitrytoigineselfasonefaafar,andthatinaeasenseofer,and,assuredly,ifanynenjoyshiitisi;butontdreahathoryieldsallhissieaenorethanafaintandbrokeneoriesofyouthroftheevalgloryleteverylandhavejoyofitspoet;forthepoetisthelanditself,allits
