Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 pages |
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... hath seen ? What , if within the moon's fair shining sphere , What , if in every other star unseen , Of other worlds he happily should hear ? He wonder would much more ; yet such to some appear . " Fancy's air - drawn pictures after ...
... hath seen ? What , if within the moon's fair shining sphere , What , if in every other star unseen , Of other worlds he happily should hear ? He wonder would much more ; yet such to some appear . " Fancy's air - drawn pictures after ...
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... Hath put a bell or two about his legges , Created him a sweet cleane gentleman : How then he ' gins to follow fashions . He whose thin sire dwelt in a smokye roofe , Must take tobacco , and must wear a locke . His thirsty dad drinks in ...
... Hath put a bell or two about his legges , Created him a sweet cleane gentleman : How then he ' gins to follow fashions . He whose thin sire dwelt in a smokye roofe , Must take tobacco , and must wear a locke . His thirsty dad drinks in ...
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... hath no law : The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things that they abhor in rascal routs . When kings on slender quarrels run to wars , And then in cruel and unkindly wise Command thefts , rapes , murder of innocents , The ...
... hath no law : The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things that they abhor in rascal routs . When kings on slender quarrels run to wars , And then in cruel and unkindly wise Command thefts , rapes , murder of innocents , The ...
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... hath slaine , With wretchlesse hand in graue doth couer it , Thereafter neuer to enjoy againe The gladsome light , but in the ground ylaine , In depth of darknesse waste and weare to nought , As he had nere into the world been brought ...
... hath slaine , With wretchlesse hand in graue doth couer it , Thereafter neuer to enjoy againe The gladsome light , but in the ground ylaine , In depth of darknesse waste and weare to nought , As he had nere into the world been brought ...
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... hath this long sleep taken away thy memory ? Ah ! my sweet Endymion , seest thou not Eumenides , thy faithful friend ; thy faithful Eumenides , who for thy sake hath been careless of his own content ? Speak , Endymion ! Endymion ...
... hath this long sleep taken away thy memory ? Ah ! my sweet Endymion , seest thou not Eumenides , thy faithful friend ; thy faithful Eumenides , who for thy sake hath been careless of his own content ? Speak , Endymion ! Endymion ...
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Page 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Page 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Page 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Page 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 210 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Page 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Page 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Page 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.