Poems Written by Mr. William ShakespeareReprinted for T. Evans, 1775 - 250 pages |
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... By heavenly fynods was devis'd , Of many faces , eyes and hearts , To have the touches deareft priz'd . Heaven would thefe gifts fhe fhould have , And I to live and die her flave . 1 THE END . 1 1 250 Poems on feveral Occafions .
... By heavenly fynods was devis'd , Of many faces , eyes and hearts , To have the touches deareft priz'd . Heaven would thefe gifts fhe fhould have , And I to live and die her flave . 1 THE END . 1 1 250 Poems on feveral Occafions .
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Adonis anſwer baſe beauty beauty's behold beſt bleſſed boſom breath cauſe cheeks Colatine courſe dear death defire diſgrace doft doſt thou doth elſe excuſe eyes face fair falſe fame fear fighs fight filly fire firſt flain fome forrow foul freſh fuch glaſs grace grief gueſt haſte hath heart honour itſelf kiſs laſt lips live looks loſe love's Lucrece Menelaus miſtreſs moſt muſe muſt myſelf night pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe preſent Priam quoth ſhe reaſon reſpect reſt roſe ſay ſcorn ſee ſeek ſeem ſeen ſenſe ſet ſhadow ſhall ſhalt ſhame ſhape ſhew ſhine ſhort ſhould ſhow ſkill ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpend ſpirit ſport ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſteal ſtill ſtop ſtore ſtrait ſtrength ſtrive ſtrong ſuch ſwear ſweet Tarquin tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thought thro thyself tongue treaſure true unto uſe verſe waſte weep whoſe
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Page 152 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 109 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Page 155 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Page 108 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 174 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream.
Page 185 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Page 163 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Page 175 - ... red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound : I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground : And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Page 161 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Page 126 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising...