The Works of Shakespeare, Tom 5J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine hall be releafed and delivered to ...
... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine hall be releafed and delivered to ...
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... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
Strona 58
... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble ftock Was as graft with crab - tree flip , whofe fruit thou art ; And never of the Nevills ' noble Race . War . But that the guilt of murther buckles thee , And I fhould rob the death's man of his ...
... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble ftock Was as graft with crab - tree flip , whofe fruit thou art ; And never of the Nevills ' noble Race . War . But that the guilt of murther buckles thee , And I fhould rob the death's man of his ...
Strona 71
... Some fay , the bee ftings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Glerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
... Some fay , the bee ftings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Glerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
Strona 118
... Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue ? Mef . Ah ! one that was a woful looker on , When as the noble Duke of York was flain ; Your princely father , and my loving lord . Edw . Oh , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much , Rich ...
... Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue ? Mef . Ah ! one that was a woful looker on , When as the noble Duke of York was flain ; Your princely father , and my loving lord . Edw . Oh , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much , Rich ...
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Strona 368 - 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.
Strona 370 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Strona 369 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Strona 202 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Strona 131 - ... methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the...
Strona 368 - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strona 215 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Strona 191 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Strona 371 - 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...
Strona 338 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.