The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 12C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... stryfe , Of noble trymphes , and deedes of martial might ; And shall geve rules of chast and honest lyfe . The why le , I pray , that ye with favour blame , Or rather not reprove the laughing game Of this my muse . THE ARGUMENT . LOVE ...
... stryfe , Of noble trymphes , and deedes of martial might ; And shall geve rules of chast and honest lyfe . The why le , I pray , that ye with favour blame , Or rather not reprove the laughing game Of this my muse . THE ARGUMENT . LOVE ...
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... stryfe , Did bathe in bloud of smarting woundes , -it reved breth and lyfe . No legend lye I tell ; scarce yet theyr eyes be drye , That did behold the grysly sight with wet and weeping eye . But when the prudent prince who there the ...
... stryfe , Did bathe in bloud of smarting woundes , -it reved breth and lyfe . No legend lye I tell ; scarce yet theyr eyes be drye , That did behold the grysly sight with wet and weeping eye . But when the prudent prince who there the ...
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... fathers pryde first styrd the stryfe which both your hous holds rewe . The word of Montagew her joyes did overthrow , And straight instead of happy hope despayre began to growe . A What hap have I , quoth she , to ROMEUS AND JULIET . 399.
... fathers pryde first styrd the stryfe which both your hous holds rewe . The word of Montagew her joyes did overthrow , And straight instead of happy hope despayre began to growe . A What hap have I , quoth she , to ROMEUS AND JULIET . 399.
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... stryfe ! Who thrysteth after others death , him selfe hath lost his lyfe . The Capilets are quaylde by Tybalts overthrowe , The courage of the Montagewes by Romeus fight doth growe . The townesmen waxen strong , the Prince doth send his ...
... stryfe ! Who thrysteth after others death , him selfe hath lost his lyfe . The Capilets are quaylde by Tybalts overthrowe , The courage of the Montagewes by Romeus fight doth growe . The townesmen waxen strong , the Prince doth send his ...
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... stryfe ? Such care thy mother had , so deere thou wert to mee , That I with long and earnest sute provyded have for thee One of the greatest lordes that wonnes about this towne , And for his many vertues sake a man of great renowne . Of ...
... stryfe ? Such care thy mother had , so deere thou wert to mee , That I with long and earnest sute provyded have for thee One of the greatest lordes that wonnes about this towne , And for his many vertues sake a man of great renowne . Of ...
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Page 272 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 42 - And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 267 - 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!
Page 243 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
Page 294 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Page 384 - A glooming peace this morning with it brings : The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head...
Page 323 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 226 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the...
Page 264 - What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Page 308 - Give me my 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.