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... thee still . This booke , When Brasse and Marble fade , shall make thee looke Fresh to all Ages ; when Posteritie Shall loath what's new , thinke all is prodegie That is not Shake - speares ; ev'ry Line , each Verse , Here shall revive ...
... thee still . This booke , When Brasse and Marble fade , shall make thee looke Fresh to all Ages ; when Posteritie Shall loath what's new , thinke all is prodegie That is not Shake - speares ; ev'ry Line , each Verse , Here shall revive ...
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... thee . VAL . That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont . " PRO . That's a deep story of a deeper love ; For he was more than over shoes in love . VAL . " T is true ; for you are over boots in ...
... thee . VAL . That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont . " PRO . That's a deep story of a deeper love ; For he was more than over shoes in love . VAL . " T is true ; for you are over boots in ...
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... thee , I'll but lean , and my staff understands me . SPEED . It stands under thee , indeed . LAUN . Why , stand under and understand is all one . SPEED . But tell me true , will ' t be a match ? LAUN . Ask my dog : if he say ay , it ...
... thee , I'll but lean , and my staff understands me . SPEED . It stands under thee , indeed . LAUN . Why , stand under and understand is all one . SPEED . But tell me true , will ' t be a match ? LAUN . Ask my dog : if he say ay , it ...
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... thee of some affairs , That touch me near , wherein thou must be secret . " T is not unknown to thee , that I have sought To match my friend , sir Thurio , to my daughter . VAL . I know it well , my lord ; and , sure , the match Were ...
... thee of some affairs , That touch me near , wherein thou must be secret . " T is not unknown to thee , that I have sought To match my friend , sir Thurio , to my daughter . VAL . I know it well , my lord ; and , sure , the match Were ...
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... thee , let me feel thy cloak upon me.— What letter is this same ? What ' s here ? -To Silvia ? And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once . [ Reads . My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia ...
... thee , let me feel thy cloak upon me.— What letter is this same ? What ' s here ? -To Silvia ? And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once . [ Reads . My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia ...
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.