The Youth of Shakspeare, Volume 1

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Page 90 - And what's a life ? a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age. And what's a life ? the flourishing array Of the proud summer meadow, which to-day Wears her green plush, and is to-morrow hay.
Page 273 - And laugh'd upon it, made it but a mirth, And flung it by ? Do I live now like him, Under this tyrant King, that languishing Hears his sad bell and sees his mourners? Do I Bear all this bravely, and must sink at length Under a woman's falsehood?
Page 224 - Withouten bake mete never was his hous, Of fish and flesh, and that so plenteous, It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke, Of alle deintees that men coud of thinke, After the sondry sesons of the yere, So changed he his mete and his soupere.
Page 207 - It is decreed ; and we must yield to fate, Whose angry justice, though it threaten ruin, Contempt, and poverty, is all but trial Of a weak woman's constancy in suffering. Here in a stranger's, and an enemy's land, Forsaken and unfurnish'd of all hopes, But such as wait on misery, I range To meet affliction wheresoe'er I tread.
Page 273 - A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, and his philosophic, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.
Page 117 - ... wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Page 224 - Hood an ass with reverend purple, So you can hide his two ambitious ears, And he shall pass for a cathedral doctor.
Page 66 - These things begin To look like dangers, now, worthy my fates. Fortune, I see thy worst : let doubtful states, And things uncertain, hang upon thy will : Me surest death shall render certain still. Yet, why is now my thought turn'd toward death, Whom fates have let go on, so far in breath, Uncheck'd or unreproved ? I...
Page vii - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Page 296 - About us daylie, to worke our decay; That none, except a God, or God him guide, May them avoyde, or remedie provide.

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