A Glossary, Or Collection of Words, Phrases, Names, and Allusions to Customs, Proverbs, Etc: Which Have Been Thought to Require Illustration, in the Works of English Authors, Particularly Shakespeare, and His Contemporaries, Volume 2

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Page 617 - Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her.
Page 949 - Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [Embracing.
Page 709 - That frights the maidens of the villagery ; Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern. And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; And sometime make the drink to bear no barm : Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he?
Page 872 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course.
Page 638 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they...
Page 567 - A question not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief and take purses? A question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch. This pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile...
Page 656 - How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.— How long hast thou been a grave-maker? 1 Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.
Page 490 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard ? wherefore base?
Page 785 - Till the last trumpet ; for charitable prayers, Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her : Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, Her maiden strewments and the bringing home Of bell and burial.
Page 486 - I'll tell you of more, and lie, so you will come; Of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, of which some May yet be there; and godwit, if we can, Gnat, rail, and ruff too.

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