The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volumul 5C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Pagina 7
... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to ...
... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to ...
Pagina 28
... some damsons , And made me climb , with danger of my life . Glo . A fubtle knave ! but yet it fhall not ferve : ( 7 ) -- who faid , Simon , come ; Come offer at my fhrine , and I will help thee . ] The editions here are all at odds with ...
... some damsons , And made me climb , with danger of my life . Glo . A fubtle knave ! but yet it fhall not ferve : ( 7 ) -- who faid , Simon , come ; Come offer at my fhrine , and I will help thee . ] The editions here are all at odds with ...
Pagina 55
... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life ; If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life ; If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
Pagina 57
... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art ; And never of the Nevil's noble race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his fee ...
... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art ; And never of the Nevil's noble race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his fee ...
Pagina 70
... Some fay , the bee stings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but feal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
... Some fay , the bee stings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but feal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
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Pagina 359 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 329 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pagina 190 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pagina 144 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pagina 213 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 129 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 359 - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 362 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Pagina 359 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 361 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.