The Works of William Shakespeare ...J.D. Morris and Company, 1901 |
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... better they be . " Katharina at last does not remain in mere compelled obedience ; her very spirit is subdued to the quality of natural subordination . With spaniel - like subservience she now turns on Hortensio's widow , when she hints ...
... better they be . " Katharina at last does not remain in mere compelled obedience ; her very spirit is subdued to the quality of natural subordination . With spaniel - like subservience she now turns on Hortensio's widow , when she hints ...
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... better the thing , the more apt men are to think they have not enough until they have too much of it . As to the Induction itself , we confess with Hazlitt , that if forced to give up this or the play we should be not a little puzzled ...
... better the thing , the more apt men are to think they have not enough until they have too much of it . As to the Induction itself , we confess with Hazlitt , that if forced to give up this or the play we should be not a little puzzled ...
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... better of by stronger will , and how one degree of ridiculous perversity is only to be driven out by another still greater . Petruchio is a madman in his senses ; a very honest fellow , who hardly speaks a word of truth and succeeds in ...
... better of by stronger will , and how one degree of ridiculous perversity is only to be driven out by another still greater . Petruchio is a madman in his senses ; a very honest fellow , who hardly speaks a word of truth and succeeds in ...
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... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool : if Echo were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well and look unto them all : To - morrow I intend to hunt again . First Hun . I will , my lord . 30 Lord . What's here ...
... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool : if Echo were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well and look unto them all : To - morrow I intend to hunt again . First Hun . I will , my lord . 30 Lord . What's here ...
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... better than a poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears , An onion will do well for such a shift , Which in a napkin being close convey'd Shall in despite enforce a watery eye ...
... better than a poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears , An onion will do well for such a shift , Which in a napkin being close convey'd Shall in despite enforce a watery eye ...
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Seite 16 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer : all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Seite 25 - 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? 180 With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Seite 111 - A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Seite 74 - I will be master of what is mine own : She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing ; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare ; I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua.
Seite 93 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture and mean array.
Seite 111 - I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway, When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Seite 32 - s be no stoics nor no stocks I pray ; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured. Balk logic with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetoric in your common talk : Music and poesy use to quicken you : The mathematics, and the metaphysics, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.— In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Seite 70 - What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to o'erpeer. Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go. To one that would do thus.
Seite 182 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames...