Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Volume 2Whittaker, 1858 |
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Page 71
... ring boys ' , That lie , and cog , and flout , deprave and slander , Go antickly , and show an outward hideousness , And speak off half a dozen dangerous words , How they might hurt their enemies , if they durst , And this is all . Leon ...
... ring boys ' , That lie , and cog , and flout , deprave and slander , Go antickly , and show an outward hideousness , And speak off half a dozen dangerous words , How they might hurt their enemies , if they durst , And this is all . Leon ...
Page 79
... rings , and the widow weeps . Beat . And how long is that , think you ? Bene . Question : why an hour in clamour , and a quarter in rheum therefore , is it most expedient for the wise ( if Don Worm , his conscience , find no impediment ...
... rings , and the widow weeps . Beat . And how long is that , think you ? Bene . Question : why an hour in clamour , and a quarter in rheum therefore , is it most expedient for the wise ( if Don Worm , his conscience , find no impediment ...
Page 115
... ring their own worth , from where they were glass'd ' , Did point you to buy them , along as you pass'd . His face's own margin did quote such amazes , That all enchanted with gazes . eyes saw his eyes I'll give you Aquitain , and all ...
... ring their own worth , from where they were glass'd ' , Did point you to buy them , along as you pass'd . His face's own margin did quote such amazes , That all enchanted with gazes . eyes saw his eyes I'll give you Aquitain , and all ...
Page 152
... ring too , I were the fairest goddess on the ground : I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs . O ! he hath drawn my picture in his letter . Prin . Any thing like ? Ros . Much , in the letters , nothing in the praise . Prin . Beauteous ...
... ring too , I were the fairest goddess on the ground : I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs . O ! he hath drawn my picture in his letter . Prin . Any thing like ? Ros . Much , in the letters , nothing in the praise . Prin . Beauteous ...
Page 170
... the day of the old corrector , but we nevertheless rely upon the more ancient autho- " Exit Costard " is from the corr . fo . 1632 . rities . Biron . A death's face in a ring . Long 170 [ ACT V. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
... the day of the old corrector , but we nevertheless rely upon the more ancient autho- " Exit Costard " is from the corr . fo . 1632 . rities . Biron . A death's face in a ring . Long 170 [ ACT V. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST .
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Page 724 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 34 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 179 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 641 - O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute; so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.