The Works of William Shakespeare: The Text Formed from an Entirely New Collation of the Old Editions : with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Volume 7Whittaker & Company, 1843 |
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... stand up peerless . Cleo . Excellent falsehood ! Why did he marry Fulvia , and not love her ? - Of the RANG'D empire fall ! ] The folio , 1623 , prints the word raing'd , and so it stands in the three other folios ; though Johnson would ...
... stand up peerless . Cleo . Excellent falsehood ! Why did he marry Fulvia , and not love her ? - Of the RANG'D empire fall ! ] The folio , 1623 , prints the word raing'd , and so it stands in the three other folios ; though Johnson would ...
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... stands up For the main soldier ; whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life , And not a serpent's poison " . Say , our pleasure , To such whose ...
... stands up For the main soldier ; whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life , And not a serpent's poison " . Say , our pleasure , To such whose ...
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... stand farther from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? —You may go : Would , she had never given you leave to come SCENE III . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 15.
... stand farther from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? —You may go : Would , she had never given you leave to come SCENE III . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 15.
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... stands An honourable trial . Cleo . So Fulvia told me . I pr'ythee , turn aside , and weep for her ; Then bid adieu to me , and say , the tears Belong to Egypt : good now , play one scene Of excellent dissembling ; and let it look Like ...
... stands An honourable trial . Cleo . So Fulvia told me . I pr'ythee , turn aside , and weep for her ; Then bid adieu to me , and say , the tears Belong to Egypt : good now , play one scene Of excellent dissembling ; and let it look Like ...
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... stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat : say , this becomes him , ( As his composure must be rare indeed , Whom these things cannot blemish ) yet must Antony No way excuse his foils2 , when we do bear So great weight in his ...
... stand the buffet With knaves that smell of sweat : say , this becomes him , ( As his composure must be rare indeed , Whom these things cannot blemish ) yet must Antony No way excuse his foils2 , when we do bear So great weight in his ...
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Page 507 - 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. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Page 513 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, 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,...
Page 483 - 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 487 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I...
Page 485 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 483 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 485 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable...
Page 471 - With all triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth : Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun [staineth.
Page 464 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest...
Page 485 - Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry, — As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tir'd with all these,...