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... seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father how features are abroad , I am skill - less of ; but , by my modesty , ( The jewel in my dower ) I would not wish Any companion in the world but you ; Nor can ...
... seen More that I may call men , than you , good friend , And my dear father how features are abroad , I am skill - less of ; but , by my modesty , ( The jewel in my dower ) I would not wish Any companion in the world but you ; Nor can ...
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... seen May be a devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape ; yea , and , perhaps , Out of my weakness and my melancholy ( As he is very potent with such spirits ) Abuses me to damn me . More relative than this . Wherein I ...
... seen May be a devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape ; yea , and , perhaps , Out of my weakness and my melancholy ( As he is very potent with such spirits ) Abuses me to damn me . More relative than this . Wherein I ...
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... seen play , and heard others praise , and that highly - not to speak it profanely , that neither having the accent of Christians , nor the gait of Christian , Pagan , nor man , have so strutted , and bellowed , that I have thought some ...
... seen play , and heard others praise , and that highly - not to speak it profanely , that neither having the accent of Christians , nor the gait of Christian , Pagan , nor man , have so strutted , and bellowed , that I have thought some ...
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... seen , the wicked prize itself Buys out the law . But ' tis not so above : There is no shuffling , there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd , Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults , To give in ...
... seen , the wicked prize itself Buys out the law . But ' tis not so above : There is no shuffling , there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd , Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults , To give in ...
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... seen : The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes . The Fear of Death . Cowards die many times before their deaths : The valiant never taste of death but once . Of all the wonders that I yet have heard , Fulius Cæsar . 51.
... seen : The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes . The Fear of Death . Cowards die many times before their deaths : The valiant never taste of death but once . Of all the wonders that I yet have heard , Fulius Cæsar . 51.
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Page 115 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 148 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side'; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 317 - 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.
Page 111 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 316 - 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.
Page 111 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 237 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Page 9 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be...
Page 148 - 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 lined, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...