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Bacon's Dial in Shakespeare: A Compass Clock Cipher
Natalie Lord Rice Clark
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019
Bacon's Dial in Shakespeare, a Compass-Clock Cipher
Natalie Lord Rice 1867- Clark
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016
actual Alpha Alpha-Omega Alphabet Anon answer asks Bacon begins Beta Blazon Book bring Broad Gate brought called capitals cipher clock comes compass compass points concerning count death Delta Dial directions Earth East England enters Epsilon exactly exclaims fact fire Folio follow Francis Gamma Gate given gives Hamlet hand Heaven Henry Hour inquisition Jewel King Lady Macbeth Lear letters look Lord Bacon Macbeth Malvolio marked Maze meaning mention mind Nature night North Omega once perhaps Personal count picture placement play point 33 question references Richard round says seen serve Shakespeare signature sleep South speaks Speech point spelled stands Star stressed strikes suggest takes tally tells Tempest things thou thought West words Zeta
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 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!