The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 12 |
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Page 33
The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune's love : for then , the bold and
coward , The wise and fool , the artist and unread , The hard and soft , seem all
affin'd5 and kin : But , in the wind and tempest of her frown , Distinction , with a ...
The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune's love : for then , the bold and
coward , The wise and fool , the artist and unread , The hard and soft , seem all
affin'd5 and kin : But , in the wind and tempest of her frown , Distinction , with a ...
Page 92
For , oh , love's bow Shoots buck and doe : The shaft confound 3 Not that it
wounds , But tickles still the sore . These lovers crı ; -Oh ! oh ! they die ! Yet that
which seems the wound to kill , Doth turn oh ! oh ! to ha ! ha ! he ! So dying love
lives still ...
For , oh , love's bow Shoots buck and doe : The shaft confound 3 Not that it
wounds , But tickles still the sore . These lovers crı ; -Oh ! oh ! they die ! Yet that
which seems the wound to kill , Doth turn oh ! oh ! to ha ! ha ! he ! So dying love
lives still ...
Page 102
Cressida intimates the violence of her love by its effects upon her mind ; this she
seems to do for the purpose of extorting an immediate confession from Troilus ;
her expectation is disappointed by the reply , “ Well know they what they speak ...
Cressida intimates the violence of her love by its effects upon her mind ; this she
seems to do for the purpose of extorting an immediate confession from Troilus ;
her expectation is disappointed by the reply , “ Well know they what they speak ...
Page 108
I own ( continues he ) the motives of his oratory seem to be somewhat perverse
and unnatural . Nor do I know how to reconcile it , unless our poet purposely
intended to make Calchas act the part of a true priest , and so from motives of self
...
I own ( continues he ) the motives of his oratory seem to be somewhat perverse
and unnatural . Nor do I know how to reconcile it , unless our poet purposely
intended to make Calchas act the part of a true priest , and so from motives of self
...
Page 213
Yet that which seems the wound to kill , Doth turn oh ! oh ! to ha ! ha ! he ! So
dying love lives still : 5 Oh ! oh ! a while , but ha ! ha ! ha ! Oh ! oh ! groans out for
ha ! ha ! ha ! Hey ho ! 3 The shaft confounds - ) To confound , it has already been
...
Yet that which seems the wound to kill , Doth turn oh ! oh ! to ha ! ha ! he ! So
dying love lives still : 5 Oh ! oh ! a while , but ha ! ha ! ha ! Oh ! oh ! groans out for
ha ! ha ! ha ! Hey ho ! 3 The shaft confounds - ) To confound , it has already been
...
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Page 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Page 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Page 119 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Page 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 240 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...