Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic PoetF. Bell, 1853 - 418 стор. |
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... live in all the spight Of wreakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks , To the conflicting elements expos'd , Answer mere nature , -bid them flatter thee . ITS USES . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like the toad , ugly and ...
... live in all the spight Of wreakful heaven ; whose bare unhoused trunks , To the conflicting elements expos'd , Answer mere nature , -bid them flatter thee . ITS USES . Sweet are the uses of adversity , Which , like the toad , ugly and ...
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... live a batchelor . M. A. i . 1 . Shall I never see a batchelor of three score again ? ' s RECANTATION . M. A. i . 1 . When I said I would die a batchelor , I did not think I should live till I were married . BATTLE ( See also WAR ) ...
... live a batchelor . M. A. i . 1 . Shall I never see a batchelor of three score again ? ' s RECANTATION . M. A. i . 1 . When I said I would die a batchelor , I did not think I should live till I were married . BATTLE ( See also WAR ) ...
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... live ! Longer than I have time to tell his years ! Ever belov'd , and loving may his rule be ! And when old Time shall lead him to his end , Goodness and he fill up one monument ! Bless thy five wits . PARENTAL . And make me die a good ...
... live ! Longer than I have time to tell his years ! Ever belov'd , and loving may his rule be ! And when old Time shall lead him to his end , Goodness and he fill up one monument ! Bless thy five wits . PARENTAL . And make me die a good ...
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... live With cheese and garlick , in a windmill , far , Than feed on cates , and have him talk to me , In any summer - house in Christendom . H. IV . PT . 1. iii . 1 . BUT YET . I do not like but yet , it does allay The good precedence ...
... live With cheese and garlick , in a windmill , far , Than feed on cates , and have him talk to me , In any summer - house in Christendom . H. IV . PT . 1. iii . 1 . BUT YET . I do not like but yet , it does allay The good precedence ...
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... Live scandaliz'd , and foully spoken of . Why , who cries out on pride , H. IV . PT . I. i . 3 . That can therein tax any private party ? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea , Till that the weary very means do ebb ? What woman in the ...
... Live scandaliz'd , and foully spoken of . Why , who cries out on pride , H. IV . PT . I. i . 3 . That can therein tax any private party ? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea , Till that the weary very means do ebb ? What woman in the ...
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Сторінка 249 - But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Сторінка 364 - 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.
Сторінка 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Сторінка 120 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Сторінка 122 - 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 ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Сторінка 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Сторінка 13 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Сторінка 249 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Сторінка 269 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Сторінка 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...