Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dreamPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... praise , master ? 330 Arm . In thy condign praise . Moth . I will praise an eel with the same praise . Arm . What ? that an eel is ingenious ? Moth . That an eel is quick . Arm . I do say , thou art quick in answers : Thou heat'st my ...
... praise , master ? 330 Arm . In thy condign praise . Moth . I will praise an eel with the same praise . Arm . What ? that an eel is ingenious ? Moth . That an eel is quick . Arm . I do say , thou art quick in answers : Thou heat'st my ...
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... praise ; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues ! I am less proud to hear you tell my worth , Than you much willing to be counted wise In spending thus your wit in praise of mine . But ...
... praise ; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues ! I am less proud to hear you tell my worth , Than you much willing to be counted wise In spending thus your wit in praise of mine . But ...
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William Shakespeare. That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? Mar. Here comes Boyet . Re - enter BOYET . Prin . Now , what admittance , lord ? 80 Boyet . Navarre had notice of your fair approach ...
William Shakespeare. That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise ? Mar. Here comes Boyet . Re - enter BOYET . Prin . Now , what admittance , lord ? 80 Boyet . Navarre had notice of your fair approach ...
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... praise me , then again say , no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not fair alack for woe ! For . Yes , madam , fair . Prin . Nay , never paint me now ; Where fair is not , praise cannot mend the brow . Here , good my glass , take this for ...
... praise me , then again say , no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not fair alack for woe ! For . Yes , madam , fair . Prin . Nay , never paint me now ; Where fair is not , praise cannot mend the brow . Here , good my glass , take this for ...
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... praise alone , now seek to spill The poor deer's blood , that my heart means no ill . Boyet . Do not curst wives hold that self - sove . reignty Only for praise ' sake , when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords ? Prin . Only for praise ...
... praise alone , now seek to spill The poor deer's blood , that my heart means no ill . Boyet . Do not curst wives hold that self - sove . reignty Only for praise ' sake , when they strive to be Lords o'er their lords ? Prin . Only for praise ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amadis Amadis de Gaula ancient Armado Athens beauty Bernardo del Carpio Biron Boyet called comedy Cost Costard dance dear Demetrius doth duke Dull Dumain editions Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Faery Queen fair fairy folio fool forsworn gentle give grace hast hath hear heart heaven Helena HENLEY Henry Hermia JOHNSON Kath King l'envoy lady lion Long Longaville look lord love's LOVE'S LABOUR's LOST lovers Lysander madam MALONE master means Monarcho monsieur moon Moth musick Nath never night o'er oath Oberon old copies passage Philostrate play poet Pompey praise pray princess Puck Pyramus quarto Queen Quin rhime Robin Goodfellow Rosaline Saracens scene sense Shakspere shalt shew signifies sing sleep song Sonnet speak Spenser spirit sport STEEVENS sweet tell thee THEOBALD Theseus thing Thisby TOLLET tongue true WARBURTON wenches word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 68 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
Seite 24 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst 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.
Seite 79 - The best in this kind are but shadows ; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
Seite 68 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 17 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough briar, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moones sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 111 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Seite 25 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit : For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 69 - Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Seite 49 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem ; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart : Two of the first, like coats...
Seite 5 - The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.