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Page 163
I would , you did but see how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the shore !
but that ' s not to the point : 0 , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes
to see ' em , and not to see ' em : now the ship boring the moon with her main ...
I would , you did but see how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the shore !
but that ' s not to the point : 0 , the most piteous cry of the poor souls ! sometimes
to see ' em , and not to see ' em : now the ship boring the moon with her main ...
Page 170
Alack , poor soul ! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee , rather than have
these off . Aut . O , sir , the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the
stripes I have received ; which are mighty ones , and millions . Clo . Alas , poor
man ! a ...
Alack , poor soul ! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee , rather than have
these off . Aut . O , sir , the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the
stripes I have received ; which are mighty ones , and millions . Clo . Alas , poor
man ! a ...
Page 287
You see me here , you gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age ; wretched in
both ! If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me not
so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O , let not women ' s ...
You see me here , you gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age ; wretched in
both ! If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me not
so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O , let not women ' s ...
Page 297
Poor Tom ! [ The Fool runs out from the Hovel . Fool . Come not in here , nuncle ,
here ' s a spirit . Help me , help me ! Kent . Give me thy hand . - Who ' s there ?
Fool . A spirit , a spirit ; he says his name ' s poor Tom . Kent . What art thou that ...
Poor Tom ! [ The Fool runs out from the Hovel . Fool . Come not in here , nuncle ,
here ' s a spirit . Help me , help me ! Kent . Give me thy hand . - Who ' s there ?
Fool . A spirit , a spirit ; he says his name ' s poor Tom . Kent . What art thou that ...
Page 299
Let not the creaking of shoes , nor the rustling of silks , betray thy poor heart to
women : Keep thy foot out of brothels , thy hand out of plackets , thy pen from
lenders ' books , and defy the foul fiend . — Still through the hawthorn blows the
cold ...
Let not the creaking of shoes , nor the rustling of silks , betray thy poor heart to
women : Keep thy foot out of brothels , thy hand out of plackets , thy pen from
lenders ' books , and defy the foul fiend . — Still through the hawthorn blows the
cold ...
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Page 344 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 51 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Page 299 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! come, unbutton here.
Page 297 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 338 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful...
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Page 326 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 66 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 291 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Page 162 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 9 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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