The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 6E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... grace , pardon me ; Neither my place , nor aught I heard of business , Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the general care Take hold on me ; for my particular grief Is of so flood - gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and ...
... grace , pardon me ; Neither my place , nor aught I heard of business , Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the general care Take hold on me ; for my particular grief Is of so flood - gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and ...
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... grace . Here is the man , this Moor ; whom now , it seems , Your special mandate , for the state - affairs , Hath hither brought . Duke and Sen. We are very sorry for ' t . Duke . What , in your own part , can you say to this ? [ To ...
... grace . Here is the man , this Moor ; whom now , it seems , Your special mandate , for the state - affairs , Hath hither brought . Duke and Sen. We are very sorry for ' t . Duke . What , in your own part , can you say to this ? [ To ...
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... grace , on to the state - affairs : I had rather to adopt a child than get it.— Come hither , Moor : God be with you ! ( 8 ) —I have done.- I here do give thee that with all my heart , Which , but thou hast already , with all my heart I ...
... grace , on to the state - affairs : I had rather to adopt a child than get it.— Come hither , Moor : God be with you ! ( 8 ) —I have done.- I here do give thee that with all my heart , Which , but thou hast already , with all my heart I ...
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... grace , my ancient ; A man he is of honesty and trust : To his conveyance I assign my wife , With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me . Duke . Let it be so.- -- Good night to every one . - And , noble ...
... grace , my ancient ; A man he is of honesty and trust : To his conveyance I assign my wife , With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me . Duke . Let it be so.- -- Good night to every one . - And , noble ...
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... grace of heaven , Before , behind thee , and on every hand , Enwheel thee round ! Des . I thank you , valiant Cassio . What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arriv'd : nor know I aught But that he's well , and ...
... grace of heaven , Before , behind thee , and on every hand , Enwheel thee round ! Des . I thank you , valiant Cassio . What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? Cas . He is not yet arriv'd : nor know I aught But that he's well , and ...
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Seite 601 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Seite 141 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description ; she did lie In her pavilion...
Seite 314 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 651 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red ; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go...
Seite 52 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 603 - FULL many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Seite 77 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Seite 602 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Seite 142 - Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Seite 634 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves...