The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 7Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... sweet and honey'd sentences : So that the art and practic part of life Must be the mistress to this theoric : Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it , Since his addiction was to courses vain , His companies unletter'd , rude ...
... sweet and honey'd sentences : So that the art and practic part of life Must be the mistress to this theoric : Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it , Since his addiction was to courses vain , His companies unletter'd , rude ...
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... Sweet men , come to him . Nym . The king hath run bad humours on the knight ; that's the even of it . Pist . Nym , thou hast spoke the right ; His heart is fracted and corroborate . Nym . The king is a good king : but it must be as it ...
... Sweet men , come to him . Nym . The king hath run bad humours on the knight ; that's the even of it . Pist . Nym , thou hast spoke the right ; His heart is fracted and corroborate . Nym . The king is a good king : but it must be as it ...
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... sweet shade of your government . Grey . True : those that were your father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey , and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. Hen . We therefore have great cause of thankfulness ...
... sweet shade of your government . Grey . True : those that were your father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey , and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. Hen . We therefore have great cause of thankfulness ...
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... sweet husband , let me bring thee to Staines . Pist . No ; for my manly heart doth yearn . Bardolph , be blithe : Nym , rouse thy vaunting veins : Boy , bristle thy courage up ; for Falstaff he is dead , And we must yearn therefore ...
... sweet husband , let me bring thee to Staines . Pist . No ; for my manly heart doth yearn . Bardolph , be blithe : Nym , rouse thy vaunting veins : Boy , bristle thy courage up ; for Falstaff he is dead , And we must yearn therefore ...
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... sweet chuck ! Nym . These be good humours ! your honour wins bad humours . Boy . As young as I am , 5. case of lives , a set of lives . Nym's further allusion to ' plain- song ' makes it likely that the allusion is to the ' case of four ...
... sweet chuck ! Nym . These be good humours ! your honour wins bad humours . Boy . As young as I am , 5. case of lives , a set of lives . Nym's further allusion to ' plain- song ' makes it likely that the allusion is to the ' case of four ...
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Page 28 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Page 441 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 101 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 426 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 437 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
Page 218 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 280 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her. She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors.
Page 243 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Page 234 - s holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 481 - 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.