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Page 152
Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a
beauteous flower when next we meet . Good night , good night ! as sweet repose
and rest Come to thy heart , as that within my breast ! Rom . 0 , wilt thou leave ...
Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a
beauteous flower when next we meet . Good night , good night ! as sweet repose
and rest Come to thy heart , as that within my breast ! Rom . 0 , wilt thou leave ...
Page 210
Sweet flower , with flowers I strew thy bridal bed : Sweet tomb , that in thy circuit
dost contain The perfect model of eternity ; Fair Juliet , that with angels dost
remain , Accept this latest favour at my hands ; That living honour'd thee , and ,
being ...
Sweet flower , with flowers I strew thy bridal bed : Sweet tomb , that in thy circuit
dost contain The perfect model of eternity ; Fair Juliet , that with angels dost
remain , Accept this latest favour at my hands ; That living honour'd thee , and ,
being ...
Page 94
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seen , By that sweet ornament which
truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour
which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye , As the
perfumed ...
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seen , By that sweet ornament which
truth doth give ! The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour
which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye , As the
perfumed ...
Page 107
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow , If thy sweet virtue answer not thy
show ! XCIV . They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the
thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone ,
Unmoved ...
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow , If thy sweet virtue answer not thy
show ! XCIV . They that have power to hurt , and will do none , That do not do the
thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone ,
Unmoved ...
Page 109
The forward violet thus did I chide ;Sweet thief , whence didst thou steal thy sweet
that smells , If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft
cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd . The
lily I ...
The forward violet thus did I chide ;Sweet thief , whence didst thou steal thy sweet
that smells , If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft
cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd . The
lily I ...
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Page 284 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 283 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumbshows and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it outherods Herod : pray you, avoid it.
Page 275 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 249 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 61 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 102 - Ah, do not, when my heart hath scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe ; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come : so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might ; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compar'd with loss of thee will not seem so.
Page 149 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres, till they return.
Page 17 - This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars : — as if we were villains by necessity ; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
Page 337 - Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Page 174 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 8 The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Authors | William Shakespeare, William Harness |
| Publisher | Dove, 1830 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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