The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, Volume 6J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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... When Helen is defended : none so noble , Whose life were ill bestow'd , or death unfam'd , Where Helen is the subject . Then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom we know well The world's large spaces cannot parallel . Heft .
... When Helen is defended : none so noble , Whose life were ill bestow'd , or death unfam'd , Where Helen is the subject . Then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom we know well The world's large spaces cannot parallel . Heft .
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Here is such patchery , such jugling , and such knavery : all the argument is a cuckold and a whore , a good quarrel to draw emulous factions , and bleed to death upon : now the dry Serpigo on the subject ! and war and lechery confound ...
Here is such patchery , such jugling , and such knavery : all the argument is a cuckold and a whore , a good quarrel to draw emulous factions , and bleed to death upon : now the dry Serpigo on the subject ! and war and lechery confound ...
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Enter Ulysses . Ajax . I do hate a proud man , as I hate the engendring of toads . Neft . Yet he loves himself : is't not strange. Nei . & His course and times , or His pettish Lines . 9 it self but And I death - tokens of it 2 he ?
Enter Ulysses . Ajax . I do hate a proud man , as I hate the engendring of toads . Neft . Yet he loves himself : is't not strange. Nei . & His course and times , or His pettish Lines . 9 it self but And I death - tokens of it 2 he ?
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He is so plaguy proud , that the death - tokens Cry , No recovery . Aga . Let Ajax go to him . Dear Lord , go you and greet him in his tent ; ' Tis said he holds you well , and will be led At your request a little from himself .
He is so plaguy proud , that the death - tokens Cry , No recovery . Aga . Let Ajax go to him . Dear Lord , go you and greet him in his tent ; ' Tis said he holds you well , and will be led At your request a little from himself .
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Th ' imaginary relish is so sweet , That it enchants my sense ; what will it be When that the watry / palate tafts ' indeed Love's thrice reputed nectar ? death , I fear me ; Swooning destruction , or some joy too fine , Too fubtile ...
Th ' imaginary relish is so sweet , That it enchants my sense ; what will it be When that the watry / palate tafts ' indeed Love's thrice reputed nectar ? death , I fear me ; Swooning destruction , or some joy too fine , Too fubtile ...
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Page 518 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Page 375 - 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 327 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 64 - 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...
Page 383 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Page 494 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Page 268 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Page 252 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Page 390 - You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Page 488 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.