The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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... fire i ' the flint Shows not till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself , and , like the current , flies Each bound it chafes . What have you there ? PAINTER . A picture , sir . When comes your book forth ? POET . Upon the ...
... fire i ' the flint Shows not till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself , and , like the current , flies Each bound it chafes . What have you there ? PAINTER . A picture , sir . When comes your book forth ? POET . Upon the ...
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... fire : Of such a nature is his politic love . This was my lord's best hope ; now all are fled Save only the gods . Now his friends are dead , Doors , that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year , must be employ'd ...
... fire : Of such a nature is his politic love . This was my lord's best hope ; now all are fled Save only the gods . Now his friends are dead , Doors , that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year , must be employ'd ...
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... fire predominate his smoke , 140 143 Let And be no turncoats : yet may your pains , six months , Be quite contrary : and thatch your poor thin roofs With burdens of the dead ; some that were hang'd , No matter ; wear them , betray with ...
... fire predominate his smoke , 140 143 Let And be no turncoats : yet may your pains , six months , Be quite contrary : and thatch your poor thin roofs With burdens of the dead ; some that were hang'd , No matter ; wear them , betray with ...
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... fire doth shine ; Yield him , who all thy human sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom , one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers , dragons ...
... fire doth shine ; Yield him , who all thy human sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom , one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers , dragons ...
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... fire she snatches from the sun ; The sea's a thief , whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears ; the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement , each thing's a thief ; The laws ...
... fire she snatches from the sun ; The sea's a thief , whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears ; the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement , each thing's a thief ; The laws ...
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Page 142 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Page 101 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 328 - There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 149 - And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large...
Page 301 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 315 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 198 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 243 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 308 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face ? Tweaks me by the nose ? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this ? Ha!
Page 268 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long ; 160 And then, : they say, no spirit can walk abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.