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... thou familiar , but by no means vulgar . The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new hatch'd , unfledged comrade . Beware Of ...
... thou familiar , but by no means vulgar . The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new hatch'd , unfledged comrade . Beware Of ...
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... Thou can'st not then be false to any man . Act 1 . Scene 3 . It is a custom More honour'd in the breach , than the observance Act 1 . Scene 4 . Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Ibid . Thou com'st in such a questionable shape ...
... Thou can'st not then be false to any man . Act 1 . Scene 3 . It is a custom More honour'd in the breach , than the observance Act 1 . Scene 4 . Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Ibid . Thou com'st in such a questionable shape ...
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... thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . Ibid . The glass of fashion , and the mould of form , The observ'd of all observers . Ibid . Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go . Ibid . but if pro- you ...
... thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . Ibid . The glass of fashion , and the mould of form , The observ'd of all observers . Ibid . Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go . Ibid . but if pro- you ...
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... thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by let us call thee devil ! O , that men should put an enemy in their Ibid . Quotations from Shakspere . 13.
... thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by let us call thee devil ! O , that men should put an enemy in their Ibid . Quotations from Shakspere . 13.
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... thou'dst unfold ; And put in every honest hand a whip , To lash the rascals naked through the world ! Ibid . I have done the state some service , and they know it , No more of that ; I pray you , in your letters , When you shall these ...
... thou'dst unfold ; And put in every honest hand a whip , To lash the rascals naked through the world ! Ibid . I have done the state some service , and they know it , No more of that ; I pray you , in your letters , When you shall these ...
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Page 40 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Page 26 - That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 174 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 175 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 50 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Page 24 - Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Page 8 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 80 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Page 15 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue, O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, — and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
Page 153 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...