Complete Works: With Life, Compendium and Concordance, Volume 3Gebbie publishing Company, limited, 1896 |
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... hath invited him , And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner . Good sister , let us dine , and never fret : A man is master of his liberty ; Time is their master ; and , when they see time , They'll go or come . If so , be patient ...
... hath invited him , And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner . Good sister , let us dine , and never fret : A man is master of his liberty ; Time is their master ; and , when they see time , They'll go or come . If so , be patient ...
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... Hath homely age the alluring beauty took From my poor cheek ? then he hath wasted it : Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ? If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd , Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard : Do their gay ...
... Hath homely age the alluring beauty took From my poor cheek ? then he hath wasted it : Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ? If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd , Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard : Do their gay ...
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... hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit . Ant . S. Why , but there's many a man hath more hair than wit . Dro . S. Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair . Ant . S. Why , thou didst conclude hairy men plain ...
... hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit . Ant . S. Why , but there's many a man hath more hair than wit . Dro . S. Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair . Ant . S. Why , thou didst conclude hairy men plain ...
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... hath this possession held the man ? Adr . This week he hath been heavy , sour , sad , And much , much different from the man he was : But till this afternoon his passion Ne'er brake into extremity of rage . Abb . Hath he not lost much ...
... hath this possession held the man ? Adr . This week he hath been heavy , sour , sad , And much , much different from the man he was : But till this afternoon his passion Ne'er brake into extremity of rage . Abb . Hath he not lost much ...
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... hath abused and dishonour'd me , Even in the strength and height of injury ! Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shameless thrown on me . Duke . Discover how , and thou shalt find me just . Ant . E. This day , great ...
... hath abused and dishonour'd me , Even in the strength and height of injury ! Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shameless thrown on me . Duke . Discover how , and thou shalt find me just . Ant . E. This day , great ...
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Page 420 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Page 54 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 205 - 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 54 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties...
Page 204 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...
Page 54 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast...
Page 185 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal...
Page 300 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Page 55 - t, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Page 350 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And in the calmest and most stillest night, ' With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king...