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Pagina 20
... live , so die , my lord , Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship , whose unwished yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty . " i . e . , says the critic , to give sovereignty to , & c . - To be sure and , without ...
... live , so die , my lord , Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship , whose unwished yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty . " i . e . , says the critic , to give sovereignty to , & c . - To be sure and , without ...
Pagina 30
... live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses , I mean with great , but disproportion'd muses : For if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers ...
... live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses , I mean with great , but disproportion'd muses : For if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers ...
Pagina 31
... live again , to hear thy buskin tread , And shake a stage or when thy socks were on , Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all , that insolent Greece , or haughty Rome Sent forth , or since did from their ashes come . Triumph , my ...
... live again , to hear thy buskin tread , And shake a stage or when thy socks were on , Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all , that insolent Greece , or haughty Rome Sent forth , or since did from their ashes come . Triumph , my ...
Pagina 41
... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush ' and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . 1 See note 14 , p . 20 . 2. It was usual to call a ...
... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush ' and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . 1 See note 14 , p . 20 . 2. It was usual to call a ...
Pagina 41
... live Gonzalo ! Gon . And , do you mark me , sir ? - Alon . Pr'ythee , no more : thou dost talk no- thing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and ...
... live Gonzalo ! Gon . And , do you mark me , sir ? - Alon . Pr'ythee , no more : thou dost talk no- thing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and ...
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Pagina 366 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Pagina 31 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part : For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and that he, Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the muses...
Pagina 31 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Pagina 262 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, "Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
Pagina 325 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Pagina 52 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Pagina 30 - 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. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses; For if I thought my judgment were of years, I should commit thee surely with thy peers, And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine, Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
Pagina 172 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Pagina 360 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Pagina 363 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.