The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volume 9Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... turn away with horror , are opened , and see clearly what before was not even suspected : but by exposing the crimes of others the relater suffers himself as the breeze passes away , so the breath of the informer is gone ; he dies for ...
... turn away with horror , are opened , and see clearly what before was not even suspected : but by exposing the crimes of others the relater suffers himself as the breeze passes away , so the breath of the informer is gone ; he dies for ...
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... turn craver too , and se I shall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipped then ? 1 Fish . O , not all , my friend , not all : for if all your [ 1 ] The preceding speech of Pericles affords no apt introduction to the ...
... turn craver too , and se I shall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipped then ? 1 Fish . O , not all , my friend , not all : for if all your [ 1 ] The preceding speech of Pericles affords no apt introduction to the ...
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... turning o'er authorities , I have ( Together with my practice , ) made familiar To me and to my aid , the blest infusions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , stones ; 3 And I can speak of the disturbances That nature works , and of ...
... turning o'er authorities , I have ( Together with my practice , ) made familiar To me and to my aid , the blest infusions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , stones ; 3 And I can speak of the disturbances That nature works , and of ...
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... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a mouse , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or My life imply her ...
... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a mouse , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or My life imply her ...
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... nature framed this piece , she meant thee a good turn ; therefore say what a paragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder shall ACT IV . 59 PERICLES .
... nature framed this piece , she meant thee a good turn ; therefore say what a paragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder shall ACT IV . 59 PERICLES .
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Page 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Page 130 - I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 131 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 99 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Page 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Page 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Page 99 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 112 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Page 138 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.