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Page 210
This precious book of love , this unbound lover , To beautify him , only lacks a
cover : The fish lives in the sea ; and ' tis much pride , For fair without the fair
within to hide : That book in many's eyes doth share the glory , That in gold clasps
locks ...
This precious book of love , this unbound lover , To beautify him , only lacks a
cover : The fish lives in the sea ; and ' tis much pride , For fair without the fair
within to hide : That book in many's eyes doth share the glory , That in gold clasps
locks ...
Page 232
O , 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 , but , strain'd from that fair use ,
Revolts ...
O , 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 , but , strain'd from that fair use ,
Revolts ...
Page 233
And where care lodges , sleep will never lie ; But where unbruised youth with
unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore
thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art up - rous'd by some distemp'rature ; Or if
not ...
And where care lodges , sleep will never lie ; But where unbruised youth with
unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs , there golden sleep doth reign : Therefore
thy earliness doth me assure , Thou art up - rous'd by some distemp'rature ; Or if
not ...
Page 234
How much salt water thrown away in waste , To season love , that of it doth not
taste ! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears , Thy old groans ring yet in
my ancient ears ; Lo , here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit , Of an old tear that is
not ...
How much salt water thrown away in waste , To season love , that of it doth not
taste ! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears , Thy old groans ring yet in
my ancient ears ; Lo , here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit , Of an old tear that is
not ...
Page 266
Doth she not think me an old murderer , Now I have stain'd the childhood of our
joy With blood remov'd but little from her own ? Where is she ? and how doth she
? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love ? Nurse . O , she says ...
Doth she not think me an old murderer , Now I have stain'd the childhood of our
joy With blood remov'd but little from her own ? Where is she ? and how doth she
? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love ? Nurse . O , she says ...
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Page 120 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Page 76 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 227 - O, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo ; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond ; And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light ; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 224 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 87 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 154 - .* No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button.* Thank you, sir.
Page 77 - 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...
Page 125 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption. Fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
Page 19 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply...
Page 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 13 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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