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... happy result . THE SEVEN AGES . FROM ' AS YOU LIKE IT . " All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts , His acts being seven ...
... happy result . THE SEVEN AGES . FROM ' AS YOU LIKE IT . " All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits , and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts , His acts being seven ...
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... Happy in this , she is not yet so old But she may learn ; and happier than this , She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all , is , that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed , As from her lord , her ...
... Happy in this , she is not yet so old But she may learn ; and happier than this , She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all , is , that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed , As from her lord , her ...
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... happy is the rose distill'd Than that , which , withering on the virgin thorn , Grows , lives , and dies , in single blessedness . Lor . LORENZO AND JESSICA . FROM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE . ' The moon shines bright : -In such a night as ...
... happy is the rose distill'd Than that , which , withering on the virgin thorn , Grows , lives , and dies , in single blessedness . Lor . LORENZO AND JESSICA . FROM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE . ' The moon shines bright : -In such a night as ...
Page 98
... is robb'd , not wanting what is stolen , Let him not know it , and he's not robb'd at all . Iago . I am sorry to hear this . Oth . I had been happy , if the general camp , Pioneers and all , had tasted her sweet body , 98 SHAKSPEREAN GEMS .
... is robb'd , not wanting what is stolen , Let him not know it , and he's not robb'd at all . Iago . I am sorry to hear this . Oth . I had been happy , if the general camp , Pioneers and all , had tasted her sweet body , 98 SHAKSPEREAN GEMS .
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... happy I , that love and am beloved , Where I may not remove nor be removed . SONNET XXVI . Lord of my love , to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit , To thee I send this written embassage , To witness duty , not to ...
... happy I , that love and am beloved , Where I may not remove nor be removed . SONNET XXVI . Lord of my love , to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit , To thee I send this written embassage , To witness duty , not to ...
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Popular passages
Page 178 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Page 183 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 75 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Page 231 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
Page 129 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 36 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Page 188 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 158 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 189 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 164 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.