The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... fortunes , -- Both Fell by our servants , by those men we lov'd most ; A most unnatural and faithless service ! Heaven has an end in all : Yet , you that hear me , This from a dying man receive as certain : Where you are liberal of your ...
... fortunes , -- Both Fell by our servants , by those men we lov'd most ; A most unnatural and faithless service ! Heaven has an end in all : Yet , you that hear me , This from a dying man receive as certain : Where you are liberal of your ...
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... fortune , Turns what he lists . The king will know him one day . Suff . Pray God , he do ! he'll never know himself else . Nor . How holily he works in all his business ! And with what zeal ! For , now he has crack'd the league Between ...
... fortune , Turns what he lists . The king will know him one day . Suff . Pray God , he do ! he'll never know himself else . Nor . How holily he works in all his business ! And with what zeal ! For , now he has crack'd the league Between ...
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... fortune falls , Will bless the king : And is not this course pious ? Cham . Heaven keep me from such counsel ! ' Tis most true , These news are every where ; every tongue speaks them , And every true heart weeps for't : All , that dare ...
... fortune falls , Will bless the king : And is not this course pious ? Cham . Heaven keep me from such counsel ! ' Tis most true , These news are every where ; every tongue speaks them , And every true heart weeps for't : All , that dare ...
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... fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. Alas , poor lady ! So much the more She's a stranger now again.3 Anne . Must pity drop upon her . Verily , swear , ' tis better ...
... fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. Alas , poor lady ! So much the more She's a stranger now again.3 Anne . Must pity drop upon her . Verily , swear , ' tis better ...
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... fortune ! ) have your mouth fill'd up , Before you open it . Anne . This is strange to me . Old L. How tastes it ? is it bitter ? forty pence , no . There was a lady once ( ' tis an old story , ) That would not be a queen , that would ...
... fortune ! ) have your mouth fill'd up , Before you open it . Anne . This is strange to me . Old L. How tastes it ? is it bitter ? forty pence , no . There was a lady once ( ' tis an old story , ) That would not be a queen , that would ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and ..., Том 6 William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1805 |
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Сторінка 73 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Сторінка 75 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Сторінка 105 - In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Сторінка 75 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Сторінка 68 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Сторінка 128 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Сторінка 75 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Сторінка 76 - tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Сторінка 72 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Сторінка 171 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...