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Page 10
Thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her
hair , her cheek , her gate , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse — that ! her hand
! ( In whose comparison , all whites are ink Writing their own reproach ) to whose
...
Thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her
hair , her cheek , her gate , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse — that ! her hand
! ( In whose comparison , all whites are ink Writing their own reproach ) to whose
...
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He is melancholy without cause , and merry against the hair ; he hath the joints of
every thing , but every thing so out of joint , that he is a gouty Briareus , many
hands and no use ; or purblind Argus , all eyes and no sight . Cre . But how
should ...
He is melancholy without cause , and merry against the hair ; he hath the joints of
every thing , but every thing so out of joint , that he is a gouty Briareus , many
hands and no use ; or purblind Argus , all eyes and no sight . Cre . But how
should ...
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But to prove to you that Helen loves him , she came and puts me her white hand
to his cloven chin . Cre . Juno , have mercy ! how came it cloven ? Pan . Why ,
you know , ' tis dimpled . I think , his smiling becomes him better , than any man in
...
But to prove to you that Helen loves him , she came and puts me her white hand
to his cloven chin . Cre . Juno , have mercy ! how came it cloven ? Pan . Why ,
you know , ' tis dimpled . I think , his smiling becomes him better , than any man in
...
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The great Achilles , whom opinion crowns The finew and the fore - hand of our
Hoft , Having his ear full of his airy fame , Grows dainty of his worth , and in his
tent Lies mocking our designs . With him , Patroclus , Upon a lazy bed , the live -
long ...
The great Achilles , whom opinion crowns The finew and the fore - hand of our
Hoft , Having his ear full of his airy fame , Grows dainty of his worth , and in his
tent Lies mocking our designs . With him , Patroclus , Upon a lazy bed , the live -
long ...
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They tax our policy , and call it cowardise , Count wisdom as no member of the
war ; Fore - stall our prescience , and efteem no Act But that of hand : The still and
mental parts , That do contrive how many hands fhall strike , When fitness call ...
They tax our policy , and call it cowardise , Count wisdom as no member of the
war ; Fore - stall our prescience , and efteem no Act But that of hand : The still and
mental parts , That do contrive how many hands fhall strike , When fitness call ...
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Page 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 279 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Page 249 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 290 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 325 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 168 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Page 441 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 245 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Page 152 - 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 thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Page 272 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.