Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic Poet |
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Fearful of being suspected of speaking unfairly , concerning a work which comes
, perhaps , the nearest in collision with ... kettle to the trumpet speak , The trumpet
to the cannoneer without , The cannons to the heavens , the heavens to earth ...
Fearful of being suspected of speaking unfairly , concerning a work which comes
, perhaps , the nearest in collision with ... kettle to the trumpet speak , The trumpet
to the cannoneer without , The cannons to the heavens , the heavens to earth ...
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A contemporary writer on Ecclesiastical History , speaking of that best of books ,
the Bible , thus expresses himself : - One little book , which I can carry in my
bosom , and refer to in every exigence of moment to my soul's peace , is worth all
the ...
A contemporary writer on Ecclesiastical History , speaking of that best of books ,
the Bible , thus expresses himself : - One little book , which I can carry in my
bosom , and refer to in every exigence of moment to my soul's peace , is worth all
the ...
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... the hero and the pickpocket , the wise and the idiot , speak and act with equal
truth — not only does he transport himself to distant ages and to foreign nations ,
and pourtray in the most accurate manner , with only a few apparent violations of
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... the hero and the pickpocket , the wise and the idiot , speak and act with equal
truth — not only does he transport himself to distant ages and to foreign nations ,
and pourtray in the most accurate manner , with only a few apparent violations of
...
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There are , it is true , passages , though , comparatively speaking , very few ,
where his poetry exceeds the bounds of true dialogue ; where a too soaring
imagination , a too luxuriant wit , rendered the complete dramatic forgetfulness of
himself ...
There are , it is true , passages , though , comparatively speaking , very few ,
where his poetry exceeds the bounds of true dialogue ; where a too soaring
imagination , a too luxuriant wit , rendered the complete dramatic forgetfulness of
himself ...
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... —not to speak it profanely , that , neither having the accent of Christians , nor
the gait of Christian , Pagan , nor man , have so strutted , and bellowed , that I
have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men , and not made them
well ...
... —not to speak it profanely , that , neither having the accent of Christians , nor
the gait of Christian , Pagan , nor man , have so strutted , and bellowed , that I
have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men , and not made them
well ...
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Page 249 - But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 364 - 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 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 120 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 122 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Page 13 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 249 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 269 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...