Wit, Wisdom, and Beauties of ShakespeareHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 188 pages |
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... poor beetle that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies . CLAUDIO . Act 3 , Sc . 1 , l . 75 . Ay , but to die , and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot ; This ...
... poor beetle that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies . CLAUDIO . Act 3 , Sc . 1 , l . 75 . Ay , but to die , and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot ; This ...
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... poor beetle that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies . CLAUDIO . Act 3 , Sc . 1 , l . 75 . Ay , but to die , and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot ; This ...
... poor beetle that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies . CLAUDIO . Act 3 , Sc . 1 , l . 75 . Ay , but to die , and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot ; This ...
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... poor men's cottages princes ' palaces . It is a good di- vine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done , than be one of twenty to follow mine own teach- ing . The brain may devise laws for ...
... poor men's cottages princes ' palaces . It is a good di- vine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done , than be one of twenty to follow mine own teach- ing . The brain may devise laws for ...
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... poor rude world Hath not her fellow . Act 3 , Sc . 5 , 1. 75 . ANTONIO . You may as well go stand upon the beach , And bid the main flood bate his usual height ; You may as well use question with the wolf , Why he hath made the ewe ...
... poor rude world Hath not her fellow . Act 3 , Sc . 5 , 1. 75 . ANTONIO . You may as well go stand upon the beach , And bid the main flood bate his usual height ; You may as well use question with the wolf , Why he hath made the ewe ...
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... poor ; For ' t is the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks thro ' the darkest clouds , So honour ' peareth in the meanest habit . What , is the jay more precious than the lark , Because his feathers are more beautiful ...
... poor ; For ' t is the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks thro ' the darkest clouds , So honour ' peareth in the meanest habit . What , is the jay more precious than the lark , Because his feathers are more beautiful ...
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Page 26 - 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 145 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd, comrade.
Page 151 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Gnildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and...
Page 96 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 128 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
Page 124 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus...
Page 148 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 128 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Page 109 - 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 : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 57 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o