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Pagina 70
... poor ; and it is not unlikely that some arrangement was made under which the sharers in the Globe , and Shakespeare as one of them , would be assessed . We may add , that when Henslowe and Alleyn were about to build the Fortune play ...
... poor ; and it is not unlikely that some arrangement was made under which the sharers in the Globe , and Shakespeare as one of them , would be assessed . We may add , that when Henslowe and Alleyn were about to build the Fortune play ...
Pagina 17
... poor boy , he weeps . Const . Now shame upon you , whe'r she does , or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee : Ay ...
... poor boy , he weeps . Const . Now shame upon you , whe'r she does , or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee : Ay ...
Pagina 22
... poor maid of that ; That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commodity , - Commodity , the bias of the world ; The world , who of itself is peised well , Made to run even , upon even ground , Till this advantage , this vile drawing bias ...
... poor maid of that ; That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commodity , - Commodity , the bias of the world ; The world , who of itself is peised well , Made to run even , upon even ground , Till this advantage , this vile drawing bias ...
Pagina 28
... poor child is a prisoner.— And , father cardinal , I have heard you say , That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again ; For , since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To him that ...
... poor child is a prisoner.— And , father cardinal , I have heard you say , That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again ; For , since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To him that ...
Pagina 30
... poor man's son would have lain still , And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay you may think my love was crafty love , And call it cunning : do , an if you will . If heaven be pleas'd ...
... poor man's son would have lain still , And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay you may think my love was crafty love , And call it cunning : do , an if you will . If heaven be pleas'd ...
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Pagina 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Pagina 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Pagina 25 - 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!
Pagina 11 - 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 ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Pagina 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Pagina 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Pagina 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...