The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 345 pages |
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... weeping in the needless stream ; Poor deer , quoth he , thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do , giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : Then , being alone , Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ; Tis right , quoth he ...
... weeping in the needless stream ; Poor deer , quoth he , thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do , giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : Then , being alone , Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ; Tis right , quoth he ...
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... weep for nothing , like Diana in the fountain , and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry ; I will laugh like a hyen , and that when thou art inclined to sleep . CUPID'S PARENTAGE . No , that same wicked bastard of Venus ...
... weep for nothing , like Diana in the fountain , and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry ; I will laugh like a hyen , and that when thou art inclined to sleep . CUPID'S PARENTAGE . No , that same wicked bastard of Venus ...
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... weep and kneel , All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe * them ACT II . ALL MEN FRAIL . Let but your honour know , t ( Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue , ) That , in the working of your own ...
... weep and kneel , All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe * them ACT II . ALL MEN FRAIL . Let but your honour know , t ( Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue , ) That , in the working of your own ...
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... weep : who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . THE PRIVILEGE OF AUTHORITY . Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in thea , But , in the less , foul profanation . That in the captain's but a choleric word ...
... weep : who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . THE PRIVILEGE OF AUTHORITY . Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in thea , But , in the less , foul profanation . That in the captain's but a choleric word ...
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... Weeping again the king my father's wreck . This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those ...
... Weeping again the king my father's wreck . This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those ...
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Page 19 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 172 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 238 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 132 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 278 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 90 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 108 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 255 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 204 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.