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Pagina lxviii
... fault the barbarity of his age cannot extenuate ; for it is always a writer's duty to make the world better , and justice is a virtue independent on time or place . The plots are often so loosely formed , that a very slight ...
... fault the barbarity of his age cannot extenuate ; for it is always a writer's duty to make the world better , and justice is a virtue independent on time or place . The plots are often so loosely formed , that a very slight ...
Pagina 33
... fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest of the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most ...
... fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest of the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most ...
Pagina 85
... fault ; all of them ; and require My dukedom of thee , which , perforce , I know Thou must restore . Alon . If thou beest Prospero , Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou hast met us here , who three hours since Were wreck ...
... fault ; all of them ; and require My dukedom of thee , which , perforce , I know Thou must restore . Alon . If thou beest Prospero , Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou hast met us here , who three hours since Were wreck ...
Pagina 111
... fault , I pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! 1 Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines ? To whisper and conspire against my youth ? Now , trust me , ' tis an office of great worth , And you an officer fit for the place ...
... fault , I pray . Jul . Now , by my modesty , a goodly broker ! 1 Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines ? To whisper and conspire against my youth ? Now , trust me , ' tis an office of great worth , And you an officer fit for the place ...
Pagina 127
... fault . I have received my proportion , like the pro- digious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think , Crab my dog be the sourest - natured dog that lives : my mother weeping , my father wailing , my ...
... fault . I have received my proportion , like the pro- digious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the Imperial's court . I think , Crab my dog be the sourest - natured dog that lives : my mother weeping , my father wailing , my ...
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Pagina 77 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pagina 160 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 128 - 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.
Pagina 76 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Pagina 75 - 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, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Pagina 181 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 54 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Pagina 162 - s most assured, His glassy essence,) like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Pagina 180 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless...
Pagina 28 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things : for no kind of traffic Would I admit, no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty. And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.