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... Johnson hath certainly mistaken , and Dr. Warburton rightly explained the word dissembling ; as is evident from the ... JOHNSON . And hate the idle pleasures- ] Perhaps we might read : And bate the idle pleasures JOHNSON . 2 ...
... Johnson hath certainly mistaken , and Dr. Warburton rightly explained the word dissembling ; as is evident from the ... JOHNSON . And hate the idle pleasures- ] Perhaps we might read : And bate the idle pleasures JOHNSON . 2 ...
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... JOHNSON . 4 And , for my name of George begins with G , & c . ] So , in Ni- cols's Tragical Life and Death of Richard III : " By that blind riddle of the letter G , " George loft his life ; it took effect in me . " STEEVENS . B 4 Thefe ...
... JOHNSON . 4 And , for my name of George begins with G , & c . ] So , in Ni- cols's Tragical Life and Death of Richard III : " By that blind riddle of the letter G , " George loft his life ; it took effect in me . " STEEVENS . B 4 Thefe ...
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... JOHNSON . So Hamlet , A. 1. S. 4 . " The very place puts toys of defperation " Without more motive . " EDITOR . * Humbly complaining & c . ] I think these two lines might be better given to Clarence . JOHNSON . The jealous o'er - worn ...
... JOHNSON . So Hamlet , A. 1. S. 4 . " The very place puts toys of defperation " Without more motive . " EDITOR . * Humbly complaining & c . ] I think these two lines might be better given to Clarence . JOHNSON . The jealous o'er - worn ...
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... not have ; therefore , be gone . • I'll make a corse of him that disobeys . ] So , in Hamlet : " I'll make a ghost of him that lets me . " JOHNSON , Glo . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not KING RICHARD III . 13.
... not have ; therefore , be gone . • I'll make a corse of him that disobeys . ] So , in Hamlet : " I'll make a ghost of him that lets me . " JOHNSON , Glo . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not KING RICHARD III . 13.
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... JOHNSON . Holinshed says : " The dead corps on the Afcension even was conveied with billes and glaives pompouslie ( if you will call that a funerall pompe ) from the Tower to the church of faint Paule , and there laid on a beire or ...
... JOHNSON . Holinshed says : " The dead corps on the Afcension even was conveied with billes and glaives pompouslie ( if you will call that a funerall pompe ) from the Tower to the church of faint Paule , and there laid on a beire or ...
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Page 238 - 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.
Page 42 - 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.
Page 499 - I'll speak a little. [He holds her by the hand, silent] CORIOLANUS. O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Page 348 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Page 283 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 21 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? 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...
Page 280 - 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.
Page 284 - 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...
Page 6 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...
Page 280 - 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.