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... Voice , gait and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay themselves from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant . I'll in to counsel them ; haply my presence May ...
... Voice , gait and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay themselves from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant . I'll in to counsel them ; haply my presence May ...
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... voice of the peo- ple " through open solicitation . To the proud , reserved man the task is a hard one , and his overtures to the citi- zens are made so awkwardly , that although he is pri- vately given their voice , they are ...
... voice of the peo- ple " through open solicitation . To the proud , reserved man the task is a hard one , and his overtures to the citi- zens are made so awkwardly , that although he is pri- vately given their voice , they are ...
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... voice : the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly . It is held That valour is the chiefest virtue and Most dignifies the haver : if it be , The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpoised . At sixteen years ...
... voice : the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly . It is held That valour is the chiefest virtue and Most dignifies the haver : if it be , The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpoised . At sixteen years ...
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... voices ; neither will they bate One jot of ceremony . Put them not to ' t : Pray you , go fit you to the custom , and Take to you , as your predecessors have , Your honour with your form . It is a part That I shall blush in acting , and ...
... voices ; neither will they bate One jot of ceremony . Put them not to ' t : Pray you , go fit you to the custom , and Take to you , as your predecessors have , Your honour with your form . It is a part That I shall blush in acting , and ...
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... voices , we ought not to deny him . Sec . Cit . We may , sir , if we will . Third Cit . We have power in ourselves to do it , but it is a power that we have no power to do : for if he show us his wounds and tell us his deeds , we are to ...
... voices , we ought not to deny him . Sec . Cit . We may , sir , if we will . Third Cit . We have power in ourselves to do it , but it is a power that we have no power to do : for if he show us his wounds and tell us his deeds , we are to ...
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Page 16 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer : all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Page 25 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate. And your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? 180 With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Page 111 - A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Page 74 - I will be master of what is mine own : She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing ; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare ; I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua.
Page 93 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture and mean array.
Page 111 - I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway, When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Page 32 - s be no stoics nor no stocks I pray ; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured. Balk logic with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetoric in your common talk : Music and poesy use to quicken you : The mathematics, and the metaphysics, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.— In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Page 70 - What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to o'erpeer. Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go. To one that would do thus.
Page 182 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames...