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Page 84
Nature bids us all lament , ( 27 ) Yet Nature's tears are . Reason's merriment .
Cap . All things , that we ordained festival , Turn from their office to black funeral ;
Our instruments to melancholy bells , Our wedding chear to a fad funeral feast ...
Nature bids us all lament , ( 27 ) Yet Nature's tears are . Reason's merriment .
Cap . All things , that we ordained festival , Turn from their office to black funeral ;
Our instruments to melancholy bells , Our wedding chear to a fad funeral feast ...
Page 112
Tis sweet and commendable in your nature , Hamlet , To give these mourning
duties to your father : But you must know , your father lot a father ; ( 4 ) That father
loft , loft , his ; and the surviver bound In filial obligation , for some term , To do ...
Tis sweet and commendable in your nature , Hamlet , To give these mourning
duties to your father : But you must know , your father lot a father ; ( 4 ) That father
loft , loft , his ; and the surviver bound In filial obligation , for some term , To do ...
Page 125
So , oft it chances in particular men , That for some vicious mole of nature in them
, As , in their birth , ( wherein they are not guilty , Since nature cannot chufe his
origin ) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion , Oft breaking down the pales and
...
So , oft it chances in particular men , That for some vicious mole of nature in them
, As , in their birth , ( wherein they are not guilty , Since nature cannot chufe his
origin ) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion , Oft breaking down the pales and
...
Page 211
Nature is fine in love ; and , where ' tis fine , ( 52 ) It sends some precious in :
tance of itself After the thing it loves . Oph . They bore him barc - faid on the bier ,
And on his grave reigns many a tear ; Fare ye well , my dove ! ( 62 ) Nature is fine
in ...
Nature is fine in love ; and , where ' tis fine , ( 52 ) It sends some precious in :
tance of itself After the thing it loves . Oph . They bore him barc - faid on the bier ,
And on his grave reigns many a tear ; Fare ye well , my dove ! ( 62 ) Nature is fine
in ...
Page 252
An this was a natural objection in an unmarried general , as Q ! bello was when
he chose his officers . Iago Therefore was the fellow almoft damn'd in a fair wife :
which is an expression obscure enough to deserve a short explanation .
An this was a natural objection in an unmarried general , as Q ! bello was when
he chose his officers . Iago Therefore was the fellow almoft damn'd in a fair wife :
which is an expression obscure enough to deserve a short explanation .
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Page 239 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 25 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 131 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 185 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 193 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Page 228 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 168 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Page 269 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Page 39 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Page 34 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 8 The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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