Shakespeare, a Play in Five Episodes

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Houghton Mifflin, 1921 - Dramatists - 117 pages

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Page 46 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 64 - Confess yourself to heaven ; Repent what's past ; avoid what is to come ; And do not spread the compost on the weeds. To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue ; For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
Page 85 - To die, to sleep : To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause...
Page 27 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 23 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 29 - s by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and medicine power : For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Page 62 - Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there"; makes marriage vows As false as dicers...
Page 59 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Page 87 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 65 - O, throw away the worser part of it. And live the purer with the other half.

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