The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volume 1George Dearborn, 1836 |
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... fair Calliope , she whose speaking silence daunts , And she whose praise the heavenly body chants . These jointly woo'd him , envying one another ; Obey'd by all as spouse , but lov'd as brother ; - And wrought a curious robe , of sable ...
... fair Calliope , she whose speaking silence daunts , And she whose praise the heavenly body chants . These jointly woo'd him , envying one another ; Obey'd by all as spouse , but lov'd as brother ; - And wrought a curious robe , of sable ...
Page 57
... fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion , which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill . Jul . What think'st thou of ...
... fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion , which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill . Jul . What think'st thou of ...
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... fair , boy , as well favour'd . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she is not so fair , as ( of you ) well- favour'd . Val . I mean , that her beauty is exquisite , but her favour infinite ...
... fair , boy , as well favour'd . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she is not so fair , as ( of you ) well- favour'd . Val . I mean , that her beauty is exquisite , but her favour infinite ...
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... fair advantage of his days ; His years but young , but his experience old ; His head unmellow'd , but his judgment ripe ; And , in a word , ( for far behind his worth Come all the praises that I now bestow , ) He is complete in feature ...
... fair advantage of his days ; His years but young , but his experience old ; His head unmellow'd , but his judgment ripe ; And , in a word , ( for far behind his worth Come all the praises that I now bestow , ) He is complete in feature ...
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... fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is peevish , sullen , fro- ward , Proud , disobedient , stubborn , lacking duty ; Neither regarding that she is my child , Nor fearing me as if I were ...
... fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke . No , trust me ; she is peevish , sullen , fro- ward , Proud , disobedient , stubborn , lacking duty ; Neither regarding that she is my child , Nor fearing me as if I were ...
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Page 368 - 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.
Page 33 - 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...
Page 33 - 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!
Page 264 - 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.
Page 327 - 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...
Page 54 - 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.
Page 32 - 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.
Page 174 - 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.
Page 362 - 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...
Page 365 - 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.