The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 pages |
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... winds , by the quickness of his wit and invention . " Of these encounters of the keenest intellects not a vestige now remains . The memory of Fuller , perhaps , teemed with their sallies ; but nothing on which we can depend has de ...
... winds , by the quickness of his wit and invention . " Of these encounters of the keenest intellects not a vestige now remains . The memory of Fuller , perhaps , teemed with their sallies ; but nothing on which we can depend has de ...
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... wind . THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky ves us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull ...
... wind . THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky ves us free scope ; only , doth backward pull Our slow designs , when we ourselves are dull ...
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... wind ; Which , when it bites and blows upon my body , Even till I shrink with cold , I smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; 1 Which , like ...
... wind ; Which , when it bites and blows upon my body , Even till I shrink with cold , I smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; 1 Which , like ...
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... wind , To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have : And they that are most galled with my folly , They most must laugh : And why , sir , must they so ? The why is plain as way to parish church . He , that a fool doth very wisely hit ...
... wind , To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have : And they that are most galled with my folly , They most must laugh : And why , sir , must they so ? The why is plain as way to parish church . He , that a fool doth very wisely hit ...
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... eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . INGRATITUDE . A SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Violent . + Trite , common Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art AS YOU LIKE IT . 19.
... eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . INGRATITUDE . A SONG . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Violent . + Trite , common Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art AS YOU LIKE IT . 19.
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Page 45 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 242 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 132 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 101 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form: Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 125 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 270 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 90 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 285 - She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 216 - ... 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.