The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, with Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, Volume 1S. King, 1831 |
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... never fades ; fed with ambrosian meat ; In a well - lined vesture , rich and neat : - So with this robe they clothe him , bid him wear it ; For time shall never stain , nor envy tear it . The friendly admirer of his Endowments ...
... never fades ; fed with ambrosian meat ; In a well - lined vesture , rich and neat : - So with this robe they clothe him , bid him wear it ; For time shall never stain , nor envy tear it . The friendly admirer of his Endowments ...
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... never learned to disguise its innocent movements . The wisdom of the princely hermit Pros- pero has a magical and mysterious air ; the impressionn of the black falsehood of the two usurpers is mitigated by the honest gossiping of the ...
... never learned to disguise its innocent movements . The wisdom of the princely hermit Pros- pero has a magical and mysterious air ; the impressionn of the black falsehood of the two usurpers is mitigated by the honest gossiping of the ...
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... never empty ; Vines , with clust'ring bunches growing ; Plants , with goodly burden bowing ; Spring come to you , at the farthest , In the very end of harvest ! Scarcity and want shall shun you ; Ceres ' blessing so is on you . Fer ...
... never empty ; Vines , with clust'ring bunches growing ; Plants , with goodly burden bowing ; Spring come to you , at the farthest , In the very end of harvest ! Scarcity and want shall shun you ; Ceres ' blessing so is on you . Fer ...
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... never should be mine . Jul . What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? Luc . Well of his wealth ; but of himself , so , so . Jul . What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Luc . Lord , lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! Jul . How ...
... never should be mine . Jul . What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? Luc . Well of his wealth ; but of himself , so , so . Jul . What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Luc . Lord , lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! Jul . How ...
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... never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale- house with you presently ; where , for one shot of ...
... never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the ale- house with you presently ; where , for one shot of ...
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Page 352 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Page 360 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 352 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Page 52 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Page 30 - Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame, While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Page 223 - 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 himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 10 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 52 - Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 254 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Page 352 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.