The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 345 pages |
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... hath much renown'd , That fox'd a beggar so ( by chance was found Sleeping ) that there needed not many a word To make him to believe he was a lord : But you affirm ( and in it seems most eager ) , " Twill make a lord as drunk as any ...
... hath much renown'd , That fox'd a beggar so ( by chance was found Sleeping ) that there needed not many a word To make him to believe he was a lord : But you affirm ( and in it seems most eager ) , " Twill make a lord as drunk as any ...
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... hath been , Would that he had blotted out a thousand ! which they thought a malevolent speech . I had not told posterity this , but for their ignorance , who chose that circumstance to commend their friend by , wherein he most faulted ...
... hath been , Would that he had blotted out a thousand ! which they thought a malevolent speech . I had not told posterity this , but for their ignorance , who chose that circumstance to commend their friend by , wherein he most faulted ...
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... hath two figures of men in armor lying on it , one below the arches and columns , the other above them ; and besides a prose inscription in front , the monument is en- riched by the following verses of Shakspeare . Written on the east ...
... hath two figures of men in armor lying on it , one below the arches and columns , the other above them ; and besides a prose inscription in front , the monument is en- riched by the following verses of Shakspeare . Written on the east ...
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... hath plac'd Within this monument ; Shakspeare , with whom Quick nature dy'd ; whose name doth deck the tomb Far more than cost ; since all that he hath WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . liii .
... hath plac'd Within this monument ; Shakspeare , with whom Quick nature dy'd ; whose name doth deck the tomb Far more than cost ; since all that he hath WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . liii .
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... hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit . Obiit Ano . Dni . 1616 . Æt . 53 , die 23 Apri . " And on his grave - stone underneath , is inscribed " Good friend , for Jesus ' sake , forbear To dig the dust inclosed here ...
... hath writ Leaves living art but page to serve his wit . Obiit Ano . Dni . 1616 . Æt . 53 , die 23 Apri . " And on his grave - stone underneath , is inscribed " Good friend , for Jesus ' sake , forbear To dig the dust inclosed here ...
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Page 19 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 172 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
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Page 204 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.