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... e'en so : Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king That was and is the question of these wars . HOR . A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye . In the most high and palmy state of Rome ...
... e'en so : Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king That was and is the question of these wars . HOR . A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye . In the most high and palmy state of Rome ...
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... e'en to't like French falconers , fly at any thing we see we'll have a speech straight : come , give us a taste of your quality ; come , a passionate speech . FIRST PLAY . What speech , my lord ? And as by lot , God wot , It come to ...
... e'en to't like French falconers , fly at any thing we see we'll have a speech straight : come , give us a taste of your quality ; come , a passionate speech . FIRST PLAY . What speech , my lord ? And as by lot , God wot , It come to ...
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... e'en at him . Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all crea- tures else to fat us , and we fat ourselves for maggots : your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service , two dishes , but to one table : that's the ...
... e'en at him . Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all crea- tures else to fat us , and we fat ourselves for maggots : your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service , two dishes , but to one table : that's the ...
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... e'en so : the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense . FIRST CLO . [ Sings ] But age , with his stealing steps , Hath claw'd me in his clutch , And hath shipped me intil the land , As if I had never been such . 80 [ Throws up ...
... e'en so : the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense . FIRST CLO . [ Sings ] But age , with his stealing steps , Hath claw'd me in his clutch , And hath shipped me intil the land , As if I had never been such . 80 [ Throws up ...
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... e'en with losing his wits . HAM . Upon what ground ? 170 FIRST CLO . Why , here in Denmark : I have been sexton here , man and boy , thirty years . HAM . How long will a man lie i ' the earth ere he rot ? FIRST CLO . I ' faith , he will ...
... e'en with losing his wits . HAM . Upon what ground ? 170 FIRST CLO . Why , here in Denmark : I have been sexton here , man and boy , thirty years . HAM . How long will a man lie i ' the earth ere he rot ? FIRST CLO . I ' faith , he will ...
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Strona 98 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Strona 78 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. Why ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Strona 30 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strona 49 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Strona 44 - tis, 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect ; For this effect, defective, comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Strona 29 - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
Strona 22 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Strona 131 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Strona 113 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Strona 64 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...