The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Volume 12J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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... thou not played some kingly parts in sport , Thou hadst been a companion for a king , And been a King among the meaner sort . Some others rail , but rail as they think fit , Thou hast no railing , but a reigning wit ; And honesty thou ...
... thou not played some kingly parts in sport , Thou hadst been a companion for a king , And been a King among the meaner sort . Some others rail , but rail as they think fit , Thou hast no railing , but a reigning wit ; And honesty thou ...
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... thou by so fast ? Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plast Within this monument ; Shakespeare with whome Quick nature dide ; whose name doth deck ys tombe Far more than cost ; sith all yt he hath 47 LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE 1616.
... thou by so fast ? Read , if thou canst , whom envious death hath plast Within this monument ; Shakespeare with whome Quick nature dide ; whose name doth deck ys tombe Far more than cost ; sith all yt he hath 47 LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE 1616.
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... thou hast - I will not say , Reader , his Works for to contrive a play To him ' twas none , —the pattern of all wit , Art without Art unparalleled as yet . Next Nature only helped him , for look thorough This whole book , thou shalt ...
... thou hast - I will not say , Reader , his Works for to contrive a play To him ' twas none , —the pattern of all wit , Art without Art unparalleled as yet . Next Nature only helped him , for look thorough This whole book , thou shalt ...
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... thou such dull witness of thy Name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hath built thyself a lasting monument For whil'st , to the shame of slow - endeavouring Art , Thy easy numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of ...
... thou such dull witness of thy Name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hath built thyself a lasting monument For whil'st , to the shame of slow - endeavouring Art , Thy easy numbers flow , and that each heart Hath from the leaves of ...
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... thou stynkyng losel , and is it so ? Doth God the love and hatyht me ? Thou xalt be ded I xal the slo , Thi Lord thi God thou xalt nevyr se ! Tything more xalt thou nevyr do , With this chavyl bon I xal sle the , Thi deth is dyht , thi ...
... thou stynkyng losel , and is it so ? Doth God the love and hatyht me ? Thou xalt be ded I xal the slo , Thi Lord thi God thou xalt nevyr se ! Tything more xalt thou nevyr do , With this chavyl bon I xal sle the , Thi deth is dyht , thi ...
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Page 11 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Page 231 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 272 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 252 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 271 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my Rose ; in it thou art my all. CX. Alas ! 'tis true, I have gone here and there. And made myself a motley to the view ; Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear.
Page 281 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 25 - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Page 65 - Sufflaminandus erat,' as Augustus said of Haterius. His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so, too ! Many times he fell into those things, could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
Page 253 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few. do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest...
Page 231 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.