The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 pages |
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... dost thou ? or what art thou , Angelo ? Dost thou desire her foully , for those things That make her good ? O , let her brother live . Thieves for their robbery have authority , When judges steal themselves . What ? do I love her That I ...
... dost thou ? or what art thou , Angelo ? Dost thou desire her foully , for those things That make her good ? O , let her brother live . Thieves for their robbery have authority , When judges steal themselves . What ? do I love her That I ...
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... dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict : merely , thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet run'st toward him still : Thou art not noble ; For all the accommodations that thou ...
... dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict : merely , thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet run'st toward him still : Thou art not noble ; For all the accommodations that thou ...
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... dost love fair Hero , cherish it ; And I will break with her , and with her father , And thou shalt have her : Was't not to this end , That thou began'st to twist so fine a story ? Claud . How sweetly do you minister to love ...
... dost love fair Hero , cherish it ; And I will break with her , and with her father , And thou shalt have her : Was't not to this end , That thou began'st to twist so fine a story ? Claud . How sweetly do you minister to love ...
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... Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook : And Cytherea all in sedges hid ; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . ACT I. WOMAN'S TONGUE ...
... Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook : And Cytherea all in sedges hid ; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . ACT I. WOMAN'S TONGUE ...
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... dost ; and think'st It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When it is bak'd with frost . * Gentle tempers . CALIBAN'S CURSES . Cal As ...
... dost ; and think'st It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When it is bak'd with frost . * Gentle tempers . CALIBAN'S CURSES . Cal As ...
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Page 45 - 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 242 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 50 - 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 132 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 101 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form: Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 125 - 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 deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 270 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 90 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 285 - She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 216 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.