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Page 98
Nothing , but our undertakings ; when we vow to weep seas , live in fire , eat
rocks , tame tigers ; 5 thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition
enough , than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed . This is the monstruosity in
love ...
Nothing , but our undertakings ; when we vow to weep seas , live in fire , eat
rocks , tame tigers ; 5 thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition
enough , than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed . This is the monstruosity in
love ...
Page 144
I'll make my match to live , The kiss you take is better than you give ; Therefore no
kiss . Men . I ' ll give you boot , I'll give you three for one . Cres . You ' re an odd
man ; give even , or give none . Men . An odd man , lady ? every man is odd .
I'll make my match to live , The kiss you take is better than you give ; Therefore no
kiss . Men . I ' ll give you boot , I'll give you three for one . Cres . You ' re an odd
man ; give even , or give none . Men . An odd man , lady ? every man is odd .
Page 179
When many times the captive Grecians fall , Even in the fan and wind of your fair
sword , You bid them rise , and live.s Hect . O , ' tis fair play . Tro . Fool's play , by
heaven , Hector . Hect . How now ? how now ? Tro . For the love of all the gods ...
When many times the captive Grecians fall , Even in the fan and wind of your fair
sword , You bid them rise , and live.s Hect . O , ' tis fair play . Tro . Fool's play , by
heaven , Hector . Hect . How now ? how now ? Tro . For the love of all the gods ...
Page 221
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Ben . Then she hath sworn , that she will still live
chaste ? Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; 9 For beauty ,
starv'd with ...
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Ben . Then she hath sworn , that she will still live
chaste ? Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; 9 For beauty ,
starv'd with ...
Page 222
She is too fair , too wise ; wisely too fair , To merit bliss by making me despair :
She hath forsworn to love ; and , in that vow , Do I live dead , 3 * that live to tell it
now . Ben . Be ruld by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I should
...
She is too fair , too wise ; wisely too fair , To merit bliss by making me despair :
She hath forsworn to love ; and , in that vow , Do I live dead , 3 * that live to tell it
now . Ben . Be ruld by me , forget to think of her . Rom . O , teach me how I should
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Page 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, 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 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Page 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Page 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 261 - Sweet, good night! 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 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 240 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...