Knight's Cabinet edition of the works of William Shakspere, Tom 7 |
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... better times ? To the mind of the poet the age of corruption was as " sad " as the age of force . The one tyrant rides over the obligations of justice , wielding a power more terrible than that of the sword . The poet's consolation is ...
... better times ? To the mind of the poet the age of corruption was as " sad " as the age of force . The one tyrant rides over the obligations of justice , wielding a power more terrible than that of the sword . The poet's consolation is ...
Strona 30
... better men than they can be , Out of a foreign wisdom , ) renouncing clean The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings , Short blister'd breeches , and those types of travel , And understand again like honest men ; Or pack to their ...
... better men than they can be , Out of a foreign wisdom , ) renouncing clean The faith they have in tennis and tall stockings , Short blister'd breeches , and those types of travel , And understand again like honest men ; Or pack to their ...
Strona 32
... better please them : By my life , They are a sweet society of fair ones . Lov . O , that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these ! Sands . I would I were ; They should find easy penance . Lov . ' Faith , how easy ...
... better please them : By my life , They are a sweet society of fair ones . Lov . O , that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these ! Sands . I would I were ; They should find easy penance . Lov . ' Faith , how easy ...
Strona 48
... better She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that quarrel , fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' t is a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. She's a stranger now again . Anne . Alas ...
... better She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that quarrel , fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' t is a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. She's a stranger now again . Anne . Alas ...
Strona 57
... better wife , let him in nought be trusted , For speaking false in that : Thou art , alone , ( If thy rare qualities , sweet gentleness , Thy meekness saint - like , wife - like government , - Obeying in commanding , -and thy parts ...
... better wife , let him in nought be trusted , For speaking false in that : Thou art , alone , ( If thy rare qualities , sweet gentleness , Thy meekness saint - like , wife - like government , - Obeying in commanding , -and thy parts ...
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Strona 287 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Strona 351 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Strona 336 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell...
Strona 316 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Strona 154 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: 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 238 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : these, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play ; But I have that within, which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Strona 288 - ... 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, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Strona 298 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Strona 337 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Strona 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let 's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...