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Stratford - Upon - Avon<br/>1 There Was a Starre Daunst, and Vnder That Was I Borne<br/>2 Shee Is My Essence<br/>3 Dost Thou Loue Pictures?<br/>4 For Where Thou Art, There Is the World It Selfe<br/>5 Tell Me This: Who Begot Thee?<br/>6 A Witty Mother, Witlesse Else Her Sonne<br/>7 But This Is Worshipfull Society<br/>8 I Am a Kind of Burre, I Shal Sticke<br/>9 This Prettie Lad Will Proue Our Countries Blisse<br/>10 What Sees Thou There?<br/>11 I Sommon Up Remembrance of Things Past<br/>12 A Nowne and a Verbe and Such Abhominable Wordes<br/>13 That’s Not So Good Now<br/>14 Of Such a Mery Nimble Stiring Spirit<br/>15 At Your Employment, at Your Seruice Sir<br/>16 Before I Know My Selte, Seeke Not to Know Me<br/>17 I Can See a (Jiurch by Day-Lij^iit<br/>The Queen's Men<br/>18 To rell Thee Plaine. I Ayme to Lye with Thee<br/>19 This Way for Me<br/>Lord Strange's Men<br/>20 To Morrow, Toward London<br/>21 The Spirit of the Time Shall Teach Me Speed 22 There’s Many a Beast Then in a Populous City<br/>23 Sir I Shall Study Deserving<br/>24 I Will Not Be Slack to Play My Part in Fortunes Pageant<br/>25 As in a Theatre, Whence They Gape and Point<br/>26 This Keene Incounter of Our Wits<br/>27 My Sallad Dayes<br/>28 I See Sir, You Are Eaten Vp with Passion<br/>29 Why Should I Not Now Have the Like Successes?<br/>30 O Barbarous and Bloody Spectacle<br/>31 He Neuer Pawse Againe, Neuer Stand Still<br/>The Earl of Pembroke's Men<br/>32 Among the Buzzing Pleased Multitude<br/>33 An’t Please Your Honor, Players<br/>34 They Thought It Good You Heare a Play<br/>35 There’s a Great Spirit Gone, Thus Did I Desire It<br/>36 That Hath a Mint of Phrases in His Braine<br/>The Lord chamberlain's Men<br/>37 Stay, Goe, Doe What You Will<br/>38 We Few, We Happy Few, We Band of Brothers<br/>39 Lord How Art Thou Changed<br/>40 Bid Me Discourse, I Will Inchaunt Thine Eare<br/>41 Doth Rauish Like Inchaunting Harmonie<br/>42 To Fill the World with Words<br/>43 See, See, They loyne. Embrace, and Seeme to Kisse<br/>44 What Zeale, What Furie, Hath Inspirde Thee Now?<br/>45 Thus Leaning on Mine Elbow I Begin<br/>46 So Musicall a Discord, Such Sweete Thunder<br/>47 I Vnderstand a Fury in Your Words<br/>48 So Shaken as We Are, So Wan with Care<br/>49 Ah, No, No, No, It Is Mine Onely Sonne<br/>50 What Are You? A Gentleman<br/>51 His Companies Vnletter’d, Rude, and Shallow<br/>52 You Haue Not the Booke of Riddles About You, Haue You?<br/>53 You Would Plucke Out the Hart of My Mistery <br/>New Place<br/>55 Therefore Am I of an Honourable House<br/>56 Pirates May Make Cheape Penyworths of Their Pillage<br/>57 No More Words, We Beseech You<br/>58 A Loyall, lust and Vpright Gentleman<br/>The Globe<br/>59 A Pretty Plot, Well Chosen to Build Vpon<br/>60 Thou Knowest My Lodging, Get Me Inke and Paper<br/>61 This Wide and Vniuersall Theatre<br/>62 Then Let the Trumpets Sound<br/>63 Why There You Toucht the Life of Our Designe<br/>64 See How the Giddy Multitude Doe Point<br/>65 And Here We Wander in Illusions<br/>66 Sweete Smoke of Rhetorike<br/>67 Well Bandied Both, a Set of Wit Well Played<br/>68 Now, One the Better; Then, Another Best<br/>69 I Must Become a Borrower of the Night<br/>70 Tut I Am in Their Bosomes<br/>71 And So in Spite of" Death Thou Doest Suruiue<br/>72 I Am (Quoth He) Mxpected of Mv I riencls<br/>73 My Lord This Is But the Blay, Theyre But in lest<br/>The King's Men<br/>74 Hee is something Peeuish That Way<br/>75 1, But the (,’ase Is Alter’d<br/>76 I Will a Round Unvarnish’d ’Tale Deliuer<br/>77 Why, Sir, What’s Your Conceit in That?<br/>78 The Bitter Disposition of the Titne<br/>79 Oh You Go Farre<br/>80 My Life Hath in This Iine Some Interest<br/>81 That Strain Agen, It Had a Dying Fall<br/>Bllackfriars<br/>82 As in a Theatre the Eies of Men<br/>83 And Sorrow Ebs, Being Blown with Wind of Words<br/>84 And Beautie Making Beautiful! Old Rime <br/>85 So There’s My Riddle, One That’s Dead Is Quicke<br/>86 When Men Were Fond, I Smild, and Wondred How<br/>87 Let Time Shape, and There an End<br/>88 I Haue Not Deseru’d This<br/>89 My Selfe Am Strook in Yeares I Must Confesse<br/>90 The Wheele Is Come Full Circle I Am Heere<br/>91 To Heare the Story of Your Life |
