The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 6E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... dead , I thought good to take that piece of work upon me . To commend it , I will not ; for that which is good I hope every man will com- mend without entreaty ; and I am the bolder because the author's name is sufficient to vent his ...
... dead , I thought good to take that piece of work upon me . To commend it , I will not ; for that which is good I hope every man will com- mend without entreaty ; and I am the bolder because the author's name is sufficient to vent his ...
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... Dead ? Ay , to me ; She is abus'd , stol'n from me , and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks ; For nature so preposterously to err , Being not deficient , blind , or lame of sense , Sans witchcraft could not . Duke ...
... Dead ? Ay , to me ; She is abus'd , stol'n from me , and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks ; For nature so preposterously to err , Being not deficient , blind , or lame of sense , Sans witchcraft could not . Duke ...
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... dead drunk ; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain ; he gives your Hollander a vomit , ere the next pottle can be filled . Cas . To the health of our general ! Mon. I am for it , lieutenant ; and I'll do you justice . Iago . O sweet ...
... dead drunk ; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain ; he gives your Hollander a vomit , ere the next pottle can be filled . Cas . To the health of our general ! Mon. I am for it , lieutenant ; and I'll do you justice . Iago . O sweet ...
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... dead with grieving , Speak , who began this ? on thy love , I charge thee . Iago . I do not know : -friends all but now , even now , In quarter , and in terms like bride and groom Devesting them for bed ; and then , but now ( As if some ...
... dead with grieving , Speak , who began this ? on thy love , I charge thee . Iago . I do not know : -friends all but now , even now , In quarter , and in terms like bride and groom Devesting them for bed ; and then , but now ( As if some ...
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... dead ; ' tis done at your request : But let her live . Oth . Damn her , lewd minx ! O , damn her ! Come , go with me apart ; I will withdraw , To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil . Now art thou my lieutenant ...
... dead ; ' tis done at your request : But let her live . Oth . Damn her , lewd minx ! O , damn her ! Come , go with me apart ; I will withdraw , To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil . Now art thou my lieutenant ...
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Page 141 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, 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. For her own person, It beggar'd all description ; she did lie In her pavilion...
Page 52 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 634 - 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, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves...
Page 314 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 652 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; 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,...
Page 619 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; 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. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 619 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways 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 wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or...
Page 77 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, — The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! — turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, — Ay, there,(57) look grim as hell ! Des.
Page 603 - And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men. O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their...
Page 31 - May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duck again as low As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.