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... pardon me , if I offend ; thy fire Let equal poets praise , while I admire . If any say that I enough have writ , They are thy foes , and envy at thy wit . Believe not them , nor me ; they know thy lines Deserve applause , but speak ...
... pardon me , if I offend ; thy fire Let equal poets praise , while I admire . If any say that I enough have writ , They are thy foes , and envy at thy wit . Believe not them , nor me ; they know thy lines Deserve applause , but speak ...
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... pardon me , Pardon , dread princess , that I made some scruple To leave a valley of security , To mount up to the hill of majesty , On which , the nearer Jove , the nearer lightning . What knew I , but your grace made trial of me ...
... pardon me , Pardon , dread princess , that I made some scruple To leave a valley of security , To mount up to the hill of majesty , On which , the nearer Jove , the nearer lightning . What knew I , but your grace made trial of me ...
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... pardon . [ Going . Anton . Good sweetness , you now have it , and shall go : Be but so merciful , before your wounding me With such a mortal weapon as Farewell , To let me murmur to your virgin ear , What I was loth to lay on any tongue ...
... pardon . [ Going . Anton . Good sweetness , you now have it , and shall go : Be but so merciful , before your wounding me With such a mortal weapon as Farewell , To let me murmur to your virgin ear , What I was loth to lay on any tongue ...
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... pardon you ! Sap . Strike . [ They strike at her : ANGELO kneeling holds her fast . Theoph . Beat out her brains . Dor . Receive me , you bright angels ! Sap . Faster , slaves . Spun . Faster ! I am out of breath , I am sure ; if I were ...
... pardon you ! Sap . Strike . [ They strike at her : ANGELO kneeling holds her fast . Theoph . Beat out her brains . Dor . Receive me , you bright angels ! Sap . Faster , slaves . Spun . Faster ! I am out of breath , I am sure ; if I were ...
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... pardon'd ; We sit engaged to censure him with all Extremity and rigour . Cham . Your lordship shews us A path which we will tread in . Lan . He that leaves To follow , as you lead , will lose himself . Mont . I'll not be singular . * Re ...
... pardon'd ; We sit engaged to censure him with all Extremity and rigour . Cham . Your lordship shews us A path which we will tread in . Lan . He that leaves To follow , as you lead , will lose himself . Mont . I'll not be singular . * Re ...
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Page 37 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold...
Page 45 - What danger's half so great as thy revolt ? Thou art a faithless sister, else thou know'st, Malice, or any treachery beside, / Would stoop to my bent brows : why, I hold fate Clasp'd in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
Page 45 - What, chang'd so soon ! hath your new sprightly lord Found out a trick in night-games more than we Could know, in our simplicity? — Ha! is't so? Or does the fit come on you, to prove treacherous To your past vows and oaths ? Ann.
Page xxxviii - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 296 - Thou art incredulous; but thou shalt dine Not alone at her house, but with a gallant lady; With me, and with a lady. Mar. Lady! what lady? With the Lady of the Lake, or queen of fairies?
Page 7 - Handfuls of gold but to behold thy parents. I would leave kingdoms, were I queen of some, To dwell with thy good father ; for, the son Bewitching me so deeply with his presence, He that begot him must do't ten times more.
Page xxi - Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 3 - Whom art had never taught clefs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice : To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly, So many voluntaries, and so quick, That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing...
Page 310 - Sir Giles Overreach, how is it with Your honourable daughter ? Has her honour Slept well to-night? or, will her honour please To accept this monkey, dog, or paraquit,5 (This is state in ladies), or my eldest son To be her page, and wait upon her trencher...
Page 295 - Twas I that gave him fashion; mine the sword, That did on all occasions second his ; I brought him on and off with honour, lady; And when in all men's judgments he was sunk, And, in his own hopes, not to be buoy'd up, I stepp'd unto him, took him by the hand, And set him upright.