Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... sense in which nature is one . He taught what he had learnt from her . He showed the greatest knowledge of humanity with the greatest fellow feeling for it * . " Malone supposes this play to have been written about the close of the year ...
... sense in which nature is one . He taught what he had learnt from her . He showed the greatest knowledge of humanity with the greatest fellow feeling for it * . " Malone supposes this play to have been written about the close of the year ...
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... sense of which may have been Then no more remains But that to your sufficiency you join A zeal as willing , as your worth is able , And let them work . Sufficiency is skill in government ; ability to execute his office . 4 i . e . ready ...
... sense of which may have been Then no more remains But that to your sufficiency you join A zeal as willing , as your worth is able , And let them work . Sufficiency is skill in government ; ability to execute his office . 4 i . e . ready ...
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... sense of the word is ' promoting , inlarging , increasing , spreading . ' It appears that Claudio would say : ' for the sake of promoting such a dower as her friends might hereafter bestow on her , when time had reconciled them to her ...
... sense of the word is ' promoting , inlarging , increasing , spreading . ' It appears that Claudio would say : ' for the sake of promoting such a dower as her friends might hereafter bestow on her , when time had reconciled them to her ...
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... 10 Prone , is prompt or ready . 11 Jouer au tric trac is used in French in a wanton sense . 1 ' A cómplete bosom ' is a bosom completely armed . Duke . My holy sir , none better knows than SC . III . 15 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... 10 Prone , is prompt or ready . 11 Jouer au tric trac is used in French in a wanton sense . 1 ' A cómplete bosom ' is a bosom completely armed . Duke . My holy sir , none better knows than SC . III . 15 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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... sense ; 3 Fewness and truth , in few and true words . 4 i . e . his mistress . 5 Teeming foison is abundant produce . 6 Tilth is tillage . So in Shakspeare's third Sonnet : For who is she so fair , whose unrear'd womb Disdains the ...
... sense ; 3 Fewness and truth , in few and true words . 4 i . e . his mistress . 5 Teeming foison is abundant produce . 6 Tilth is tillage . So in Shakspeare's third Sonnet : For who is she so fair , whose unrear'd womb Disdains the ...
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Page 6 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Page 241 - Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 70 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 412 - 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, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 235 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 168 - ... need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern: This is your charge; You shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name.
Page 284 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was; man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was — and methought I had — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Page 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Page 413 - 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.