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Pagina 7
What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise ...
What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise ...
Pagina 11
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fatal fky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to heav'n . The fatal fky Gives us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,.
Pagina 20
-or were you both our mothers I care no more for , than I do for heav'n , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; Ged God ...
-or were you both our mothers I care no more for , than I do for heav'n , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; Ged God ...
Pagina 21
If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel .
If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon me . Count . Do you love my fon ? Hel .
Pagina 22
Then , I confess , Here on my knee , before high heav'ns and you , That before you , and next unto high heav'n , I love your fon : My friends were poor , but honest ; fo's my love ; Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is ...
Then , I confess , Here on my knee , before high heav'ns and you , That before you , and next unto high heav'n , I love your fon : My friends were poor , but honest ; fo's my love ; Be not offended ; for it hurts not him , That he is ...
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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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