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William Shakespeare, William Harness. 0 , mickle is the powerful grace , that lies
In herbs , plants , stones , and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the
earth doth live , But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good
...
William Shakespeare, William Harness. 0 , mickle is the powerful grace , that lies
In herbs , plants , stones , and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the
earth doth live , But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good
...
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That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true : a foolish figure
; But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant him then : and now remains
, That we find out the cause of this effect ;. z To give the assay — ] To take the ...
That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true : a foolish figure
; But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant him then : and now remains
, That we find out the cause of this effect ;. z To give the assay — ] To take the ...
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Fair , kind , and true , is all my argument , Fair , kind , and true , varying to other
words ; And in this change is my invention spent , ius , Three themes in one ,
which wond ' rous scope affords . Fair , kind , and true , have osten liv ' d alone , .
Fair , kind , and true , is all my argument , Fair , kind , and true , varying to other
words ; And in this change is my invention spent , ius , Three themes in one ,
which wond ' rous scope affords . Fair , kind , and true , have osten liv ' d alone , .
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What ' s in the brain that ink may character , Which hath not figur ' d to thee my
true spirit ? What ' s new to speak , what new to register , That may express my
love , or thy dear merit ? Nothing , sweet boy ; but yet , like prayers divine , I must
...
What ' s in the brain that ink may character , Which hath not figur ' d to thee my
true spirit ? What ' s new to speak , what new to register , That may express my
love , or thy dear merit ? Nothing , sweet boy ; but yet , like prayers divine , I must
...
Page 121
But thence I learn , and find the lesson true , Drugs poison bim that so fell sick of
you . cxix . What potions have I drunk of Syren tears , Distill ' d from limbecks foul
as hell within , Applying fears to hopes , and hopes to fears , Still losing when I ...
But thence I learn , and find the lesson true , Drugs poison bim that so fell sick of
you . cxix . What potions have I drunk of Syren tears , Distill ' d from limbecks foul
as hell within , Applying fears to hopes , and hopes to fears , Still losing when I ...
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Page 249 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Page 104 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 279 - With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 285 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 88 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
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Page 103 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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Page 283 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 8 The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Authors | William Shakespeare, William Harness |
| Publisher | Dove, 1830 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 5 Feb 2008 |
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