The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 3G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... reason sway'd ; And reason says you are the worthier maid . Things growing are not ripe until their season : So I , being young , till now ripe not to reason ; And touching now the point of human fkill , Reason becomes the marshal to my ...
... reason sway'd ; And reason says you are the worthier maid . Things growing are not ripe until their season : So I , being young , till now ripe not to reason ; And touching now the point of human fkill , Reason becomes the marshal to my ...
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... reason for that : And yet , to say the truth , reason and love keep little company together now a - days : The more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends . Nay , I can gleek , upon occasion . Tita . Thou art as ...
... reason for that : And yet , to say the truth , reason and love keep little company together now a - days : The more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends . Nay , I can gleek , upon occasion . Tita . Thou art as ...
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... reason ever comprehends . The lunatick , the lover , and the poet , Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is , the madman : the lover , all as frantick , Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of ...
... reason ever comprehends . The lunatick , the lover , and the poet , Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is , the madman : the lover , all as frantick , Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of ...
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... reason , we must stay the time . Lys . Proceed , moon . Moon . All that I have to say , is , to tell you , that the lantern is the moon ; I , the man in the moon ; this thorn - bush , my thorn - bush ; and this dog , my dog . Dem . Why ...
... reason , we must stay the time . Lys . Proceed , moon . Moon . All that I have to say , is , to tell you , that the lantern is the moon ; I , the man in the moon ; this thorn - bush , my thorn - bush ; and this dog , my dog . Dem . Why ...
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... reason called the load- stone , either because it leads iron or guides the sailor . 12 read , JOHNSON . -or a part ... reason it is , the poet makes bully Bottom , as he is called afterwards , wish for a part to tear a cap in . And in ...
... reason called the load- stone , either because it leads iron or guides the sailor . 12 read , JOHNSON . -or a part ... reason it is , the poet makes bully Bottom , as he is called afterwards , wish for a part to tear a cap in . And in ...
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Page 343 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Page 217 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 216 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Uupleasing to a married ear!
Page 259 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Page 347 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 306 - I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a...
Page 70 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Page 350 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 351 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Page 266 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes