Publications, Том 24Shakespeare Society, and to be had of W. Skeffington, 1844 |
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Сторінка 50 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Сторінка 65 - Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck : Are not you he ? Puck.
Сторінка 71 - Witty above her sex, but that's not all ; Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall : Something of Shakespeare was in that ; but this Wholly of Him with whom she's now in bliss.
Сторінка 97 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Сторінка 49 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me \ but once put out thy light, Thou cunning' st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume.
Сторінка 111 - First of January in each year in advance, on payment of which the Member is entitled to a copy of every book printed by the Society for the year for which the Subscription is made. The Subscription is payable to the London Agent, by cash or through the Country Agent, and must be made for the current year. The Subscribing for any or all of the previous years is optional. THE...
Сторінка 18 - Garlick stinks to this : if it prove that you have not more than e'er Garlick had, say I am a boaster of my own works ; disgrace me on the open stage, and bob me off with ne'er a penny.
Сторінка 41 - All she doth present me that may «nake me sad ; This equity have I with this willow garland ! Could I forget thee, as thou canst forget me, That were my sound...
Сторінка 85 - Majesty were the fountain, I would fear, considering what I daily find, that we should wax dry, but she is but a means whom God useth...
Сторінка 85 - I am faithfully persuaded that if she should withdraw herself other springs would rise to help this action, for, methinks, I see the great work indeed in hand against the abusers of the world, wherein it is no greater fault to have confidence in man's power than it is too hastily to despair of God's work.