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acquainted ADVENTURER affection Almerine ancient appearance bagnio beauty became Boileau Catiline censure character circumstances Clodio considered contempt countenance danger daughter delight Demosthenes desire disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress endeavour equal Euripides Euryalus evil excellence expected eyes father fear felicity Flavilla folly fortune frequently gentleman Gonerill gratify happiness heart Hilario honour hope imagination impatient increase insensibility kind knew labour lady Lear less live look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature neral ness never night Nourassin object obtain OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetual pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch poet Posidippus present produced Prospero Quintilian racter reason received reflected SATURDAY scarce scene sentiments servant Shakspeare Shelimah shew solicitous Soliman sometimes soon Sophocles suffered superaddition Sycorax tenderness thee Theocritus thou thought tion truth TUESDAY ulmo Virgil virtue wish wretch writer Xerxes
Page 34 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 135 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Page 149 - Spit, fire ! spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man...
Page 192 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Page 60 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Page 195 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Page 135 - Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall, — I will do such things, — What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: — I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep. — O fool, I shall go mad!
Page 194 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.