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Strona 8
... but that most vain , Which , with pain purshased , doth inherit pain : As ,
painfully to pore upon a book , To seek the light of truth ; while truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : Light LOVE'S Act I.
... but that most vain , Which , with pain purshased , doth inherit pain : As ,
painfully to pore upon a book , To seek the light of truth ; while truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : Light LOVE'S Act I.
Strona 9
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : Light , seeking light , doth light of light
beguile : So , ere you find where light in ... Study is like the heaveu's glorious sun
, That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks ; Small have continual ...
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look : Light , seeking light , doth light of light
beguile : So , ere you find where light in ... Study is like the heaveu's glorious sun
, That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks ; Small have continual ...
Strona 11
This is not so well as I look ' d for , but the best that ever I heard . King . Ay , the
best for the worst . But , sirrah , what say you to this ? Cost . Sir , I confess the
wench . King . Did you hear the proclamation ? Cost . I do confess much of the
hearing ...
This is not so well as I look ' d for , but the best that ever I heard . King . Ay , the
best for the worst . But , sirrah , what say you to this ? Cost . Sir , I confess the
wench . King . Did you hear the proclamation ? Cost . I do confess much of the
hearing ...
Strona 11
This is not so well as I look'd for , but the best that ever I heard . King . Ay , the
best for the worst . But , sírrah , what say you to this ? Cost . Sir , I confess the
wench . King . Did you hear the proclamation ? Cost . I do confess much of the
hearing ...
This is not so well as I look'd for , but the best that ever I heard . King . Ay , the
best for the worst . But , sírrah , what say you to this ? Cost . Sir , I confess the
wench . King . Did you hear the proclamation ? Cost . I do confess much of the
hearing ...
Strona 11
Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth .
A great sign , Šir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self -
same thing , dear imp : Moth . No , no ; O lord , Sir , no . Arm . How canst thou part
...
Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth .
A great sign , Šir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why , sadness is one and the self -
same thing , dear imp : Moth . No , no ; O lord , Sir , no . Arm . How canst thou part
...
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Strona 104 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Strona 132 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, 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.
Strona 476 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strona 72 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strona 184 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strona 123 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Strona 187 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Strona 187 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Strona 72 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strona 480 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.