Bacon's Dial in Shakespeare: A Compass-clock Cipher

Stewart Kidd Company, 1922 - 193 pagina's

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Pagina 134 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Pagina 121 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Pagina 122 - When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage; Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed ; At gaming, swearing ; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't : Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; And that his soul may be as damned, and black, As hell, whereto it goes.
Pagina 95 - In following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end...
Pagina 137 - I hear a knocking At the south entry; — retire we to our chamber. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
Pagina 33 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Pagina 175 - 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.
Pagina 176 - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James...
Pagina 143 - I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once, good night : — Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Pagina 135 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried "Sleep no more!

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