 That is the lot Miss Esther is preparing for some man or other. I could grind my teeth at such self-satisfied minxes, who think they can tell every body what is the correct thing, and the utmost stretch of their ideas will not place them on a level with...  Felix Holt, the Radical - Page 87by George Eliot - 1871 - 529 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Eliot - 1875 - 460 pages
...man or other. I could grind my teeth at such self-satisfied minxes, who think they can tell everybody what is the correct thing, and the utmost stretch...like to see if she could be made ashamed of herself. I can't bear to see you going the way of the foolish women who spoil men's lives. Men can't help loving... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1876 - 474 pages
...lord. Tomb. For the it dead I thy words do pierce my soul : Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shalt stay with me, Embalm'd with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh,... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1877 - 464 pages
...lord. Tamb. ' For she is dead!' thy words do pierce my soul: Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! 126 Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shalt stay with me, Embalmed with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh,... | |
 | George Eliot - 1878 - 368 pages
...man or other. I could grind my teeth at such self-satisfied minxes, who think they can tell everybody what is the correct thing, and the utmost stretch...like to see if she could be made ashamed of herself." CHAPTEE VI. Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind, that dies for want of... | |
 | George Eliot - 1883 - 802 pages
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 | Christopher Marlowe - 1885 - 250 pages
...lord. Tamb. For she it dead 1 thy words do pierce my soul : Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shall stay with me, Embalm'd with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh,... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, Percy Pinkerton - English drama - 1885 - 354 pages
...dead /thy words do pierce my soul : Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! Though she be dead, ypt let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] sha.lt stay with me, Embalm'd with cassia, ambergris, and... | |
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