The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Том 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... whose soft seizure The cignet's down is harfh , and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughman . This thou tell'ft me ; ( As , true thou tell'ft me ; ) when I fay , I love her : But faying thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay'ft ...
... whose soft seizure The cignet's down is harfh , and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughman . This thou tell'ft me ; ( As , true thou tell'ft me ; ) when I fay , I love her : But faying thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay'ft ...
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... whose endless jar Justice refides ) Would lose their names , and fo would juftice too . Then every thing includes it felf in power , Power into will , will into appetite ; And appetite ( an universal wolf , So doubly feconded with will ...
... whose endless jar Justice refides ) Would lose their names , and fo would juftice too . Then every thing includes it felf in power , Power into will , will into appetite ; And appetite ( an universal wolf , So doubly feconded with will ...
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... ( whose conceit Lies in his ham - ftring , and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and found ' Twixt his ftretch'd footing and the scaffoldage ) Such to - be - pitied and o'er - wrested Seeming He acts thy Greatness in : and ...
... ( whose conceit Lies in his ham - ftring , and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and found ' Twixt his ftretch'd footing and the scaffoldage ) Such to - be - pitied and o'er - wrested Seeming He acts thy Greatness in : and ...
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... Whose groffnefs little characters fum up . ( 15 ) The Purpofe is perfpicuous ev'n as Substance , Whofe Graffnefs little Characters fum up , And And in the Publication make no Strain : ] The modern Editors , ' tis plain , have lent each ...
... Whose groffnefs little characters fum up . ( 15 ) The Purpofe is perfpicuous ev'n as Substance , Whofe Graffnefs little Characters fum up , And And in the Publication make no Strain : ] The modern Editors , ' tis plain , have lent each ...
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... Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand fhips , And turn'd crown'd Kings to merchants- If you'll avouch , ' twas wifdom Paris went , ( As you must needs , for you all cry'd , go , go :) If you'll confefs , he brought home noble prize ...
... Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand fhips , And turn'd crown'd Kings to merchants- If you'll avouch , ' twas wifdom Paris went , ( As you must needs , for you all cry'd , go , go :) If you'll confefs , he brought home noble prize ...
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Сторінка 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Сторінка 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Сторінка 251 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Сторінка 292 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Сторінка 327 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Сторінка 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Сторінка 443 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Сторінка 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Сторінка 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Сторінка 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.