The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsJ. Bumpus, 1824 - 385 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... hear The motley fool thus moral on the time , My lungs began to crow like chanticleer , That fools should be so deep - contemplative ; And I did laugh , sans intermission , An hour by his dial . - O noble fool ! A worthy fool ! Motley's ...
... hear The motley fool thus moral on the time , My lungs began to crow like chanticleer , That fools should be so deep - contemplative ; And I did laugh , sans intermission , An hour by his dial . - O noble fool ! A worthy fool ! Motley's ...
Pagina 15
... hear . It is a pretty youth : -not very pretty : [ him : But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes He'll make a proper man : The best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did ...
... hear . It is a pretty youth : -not very pretty : [ him : But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes He'll make a proper man : The best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did ...
Pagina 18
... hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain , As much , or more , we should ourselves complain . DEFAMATION . I see , the jewel , best enameled , Will loose his beauty ; and though gold ' bides still , That others touch ...
... hear it cry ; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain , As much , or more , we should ourselves complain . DEFAMATION . I see , the jewel , best enameled , Will loose his beauty ; and though gold ' bides still , That others touch ...
Pagina 20
... hear : All these old witnesses ( I cannot err , ) Tell me , thou art my son Antipholus . LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . SELF - DENIAL . BRAVE conquerors ! for so you are , That war against your own affections , And the huge army of the world's ...
... hear : All these old witnesses ( I cannot err , ) Tell me , thou art my son Antipholus . LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . SELF - DENIAL . BRAVE conquerors ! for so you are , That war against your own affections , And the huge army of the world's ...
Pagina 24
... hear the lowest sound , When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ; Love's feeling is more soft , and sensible , Than are the tender horns of cockled snails : Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste : For valour , is not ...
... hear the lowest sound , When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ; Love's feeling is more soft , and sensible , Than are the tender horns of cockled snails : Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste : For valour , is not ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pagina 109 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Pagina 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Pagina 226 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pagina 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Pagina 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Pagina 266 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pagina 21 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; . Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.