The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Tom 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Strona 1548
... She is hard by , with twenty thoufand Men ; And therefore fortifie your Hold , my Lord . York . Ay , with my Sword . What , think'ft thou that we fear them ? Edward and Richard , you shall stay with me , My Brother Montague fhall poft ...
... She is hard by , with twenty thoufand Men ; And therefore fortifie your Hold , my Lord . York . Ay , with my Sword . What , think'ft thou that we fear them ? Edward and Richard , you shall stay with me , My Brother Montague fhall poft ...
Strona 1552
... , for my Father's fake . Queen . Nay ftay , let's here the Orizons he makes . Tork . She - Wolf of France , But worfe than Wolves of France , Whofe Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How 1552 The Third Part of.
... , for my Father's fake . Queen . Nay ftay , let's here the Orizons he makes . Tork . She - Wolf of France , But worfe than Wolves of France , Whofe Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How 1552 The Third Part of.
Strona 1574
... She on his left fide craving Aid for Henry ; He on his right , asking a Wife for Edward . She weeps , and fays , her Henry is depos'd ; He fmiles , and fays , his Edward is inftall'd ; That the poor wretch for grief can fpeak no more ...
... She on his left fide craving Aid for Henry ; He on his right , asking a Wife for Edward . She weeps , and fays , her Henry is depos'd ; He fmiles , and fays , his Edward is inftall'd ; That the poor wretch for grief can fpeak no more ...
Strona 1577
... she shall be my Love , or else my Queen . Say , that King Edward take thee for his Queen ? Gray . ' Tis better faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet ...
... she shall be my Love , or else my Queen . Say , that King Edward take thee for his Queen ? Gray . ' Tis better faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet ...
Strona 1579
... She did corrupt frail Nature with fome Bribe , To fhrink mine Arm like to a wither'd fhrub , To make an envious Mountain on my Back , Where fits Deformity to mock my Body ; To fhape my Legs of an unequal fize , To difproportion me in ...
... She did corrupt frail Nature with fome Bribe , To fhrink mine Arm like to a wither'd fhrub , To make an envious Mountain on my Back , Where fits Deformity to mock my Body ; To fhape my Legs of an unequal fize , To difproportion me in ...
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Strona 1774 - 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 1776 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Strona 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Strona 1567 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Strona 1777 - 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Strona 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Strona 1775 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Strona 1782 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Strona 1749 - 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.