The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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... rich blood of kings is set on fire ! O , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mousing the flesh of men , In undetermined differences of kings . Why stand ...
... rich blood of kings is set on fire ! O , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mousing the flesh of men , In undetermined differences of kings . Why stand ...
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... rich In titles , honours and promotions , As she in beauty , education , blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world . K. Phi . What say'st thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A ...
... rich In titles , honours and promotions , As she in beauty , education , blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world . K. Phi . What say'st thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A ...
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... rich fair town We make him lord of . Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity : I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her will , Yet in some measure satisfy her so That we shall stop her ...
... rich fair town We make him lord of . Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity : I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her will , Yet in some measure satisfy her so That we shall stop her ...
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... rich . Well , whiles I am a beggar , I will rail And say there is no sin but to be rich ; And being rich , my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary . Since kings break faith upon commodity , Gain , be my lord , for I ...
... rich . Well , whiles I am a beggar , I will rail And say there is no sin but to be rich ; And being rich , my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary . Since kings break faith upon commodity , Gain , be my lord , for I ...
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... guard a title that was rich before , To gild refined gold , to paint the lily , 130. doubtless and secure , in fearless confidence . 132. offend , harm . ΙΟ To throw a perfume on the violet , To smooth 79 SC . II King John.
... guard a title that was rich before , To gild refined gold , to paint the lily , 130. doubtless and secure , in fearless confidence . 132. offend , harm . ΙΟ To throw a perfume on the violet , To smooth 79 SC . II King John.
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Page 116 - Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 444 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Page 70 - 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.
Page 195 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Page 163 - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.