The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, Tom 12 |
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Strona 16
... lover profess to praise his mistress in spite of sense ; for though he often does it in spite of the sense of others , his own senses are subdued to his desires . Johnson . Spirit of sense is a phrase that occurs again in the third Act ...
... lover profess to praise his mistress in spite of sense ; for though he often does it in spite of the sense of others , his own senses are subdued to his desires . Johnson . Spirit of sense is a phrase that occurs again in the third Act ...
Strona 51
... lovers , lord Æneas ; If none of them have soul in such a kind , We left them all at home : But we are soldiers ; And may that soldier a mere recreant prove , That means not , hath not , or is not in love ! If then one is , or hath , or ...
... lovers , lord Æneas ; If none of them have soul in such a kind , We left them all at home : But we are soldiers ; And may that soldier a mere recreant prove , That means not , hath not , or is not in love ! If then one is , or hath , or ...
Strona 91
... lovers after a quarrel , may produce a child , and so make three of two . Tollet 1 — sweet lord , ] In the quarto - sweet lad . Johnson . 2- a fine forehead . ] Perhaps , considering the character of Pandarus , Helen means that he has a ...
... lovers after a quarrel , may produce a child , and so make three of two . Tollet 1 — sweet lord , ] In the quarto - sweet lad . Johnson . 2- a fine forehead . ] Perhaps , considering the character of Pandarus , Helen means that he has a ...
Strona 92
... lovers cry - Oh ! oh ! they die ! Yet that which seems the wound to kill , Doth turn oh ! oh ! to ha ! ha ! he ! So dying love lives still : 5 Oh ! oh ! a while , but ha ! ha ! ha ! Oh ! oh ! groans out for ha ! ha ! ha ! Hey ho ! 3 The ...
... lovers cry - Oh ! oh ! they die ! Yet that which seems the wound to kill , Doth turn oh ! oh ! to ha ! ha ! he ! So dying love lives still : 5 Oh ! oh ! a while , but ha ! ha ! ha ! Oh ! oh ! groans out for ha ! ha ! ha ! Hey ho ! 3 The ...
Strona 97
... lover for any bett . The tercel is the male hawk ; by the falcon we generally un- derstand the female . Theobald . Tyrwhitt . I think we should rather read - at the tercel - . Mr. M. Mason observes , that the meaning of this difficult ...
... lover for any bett . The tercel is the male hawk ; by the falcon we generally un- derstand the female . Theobald . Tyrwhitt . I think we should rather read - at the tercel - . Mr. M. Mason observes , that the meaning of this difficult ...
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Strona 272 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Strona 253 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Strona 264 - What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Strona 292 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume : the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately ; long love doth so ; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Strona 322 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Strona 265 - How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Strona 268 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Strona 42 - And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Strona 306 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Strona 116 - To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...