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Pagina 8
Twas pretty , tho ' a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : hears , too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
Twas pretty , tho ' a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table : hears , too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
Pagina 16
If men could be con- tented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfoe'er their hearts are sever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may jout ...
If men could be con- tented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfoe'er their hearts are sever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may jout ...
Pagina 18
That man that fhould be at a woman's com mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no . puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the black gown of a big heart : I am going , forfooth , the ...
That man that fhould be at a woman's com mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no . puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplis of humility over the black gown of a big heart : I am going , forfooth , the ...
Pagina 24
No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 10 ) let higher Italy ( 10 ) -let ...
No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 10 ) let higher Italy ( 10 ) -let ...
Pagina 25
Our hearts receive your warnings . King . Farewel . Come hither to me . [ To Attendants . " [ Exit . 1 Lord . Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars .
Our hearts receive your warnings . King . Farewel . Come hither to me . [ To Attendants . " [ Exit . 1 Lord . Oh , my fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars .
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Populaire passages
Pagina 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 396 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 260 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Pagina 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 3 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Redacteur | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Uitgever | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 4 jan 2007 |
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