The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads |
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... Wives of Windsor , one of Shaks- peare's best , and most justly admired comedies : whoever reads that play , will immediately see , there was nothing either proper or possible for this work : which , such as it is , I most sincerely and ...
... Wives of Windsor , one of Shaks- peare's best , and most justly admired comedies : whoever reads that play , will immediately see , there was nothing either proper or possible for this work : which , such as it is , I most sincerely and ...
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... Wives of Windsor . See Preface , p . viii . Midsummer Night's Dream ... 51 Much ado about Nothing .... Taming of the Shrew . Tempest ...... ... Twelfth Night ........... Two Gentlemen of Verona . Winter's Tale .. 59 ... 66 ... 70 82 86 ...
... Wives of Windsor . See Preface , p . viii . Midsummer Night's Dream ... 51 Much ado about Nothing .... Taming of the Shrew . Tempest ...... ... Twelfth Night ........... Two Gentlemen of Verona . Winter's Tale .. 59 ... 66 ... 70 82 86 ...
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... wives . I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock - pig- eon over his hen ; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new - fangled than an ape ; more giddy in my desires than a monkey ; I will weep for nothing , like ...
... wives . I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock - pig- eon over his hen ; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new - fangled than an ape ; more giddy in my desires than a monkey ; I will weep for nothing , like ...
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... name , But falsehood and corruption doth it shame . JEALOUSY . Ay , ay , Antipholus , look strange , and frown ; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects , I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The 18 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
... name , But falsehood and corruption doth it shame . JEALOUSY . Ay , ay , Antipholus , look strange , and frown ; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects , I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The 18 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
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... wife . The time was once , when thou unurg'd wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste ...
... wife . The time was once , when thou unurg'd wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou bear beauty blood bosom breath brow Brutus Cæsar Cassius cheek cold fear CORIOLANUS crown cuckoo Cymbeline dead dear death deed DESDEMONA didst dost thou doth dream ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods gold grief GUIDERIUS hand hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba honour hour Iago king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd lover Macb Macd maid marriage Methinks moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er Pandarus Patroclus pity poison'd poor pray prince queen revenge Romeo shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit spleen stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue twixt Tybalt vex'd virtue weep wife wind woman words wretch youth
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Page 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 109 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Page 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Page 226 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Page 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Page 266 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.