The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer]., Band 3J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... these sullen fits , For then he's full of matter . 2 Lord . I'll bring you to him straight . [ Exeunt SCENE II . The Palace again . Enter Duke Frederick with Lords . Duke . Can it be possible that no man saw them ? It cannot be ; some ...
... these sullen fits , For then he's full of matter . 2 Lord . I'll bring you to him straight . [ Exeunt SCENE II . The Palace again . Enter Duke Frederick with Lords . Duke . Can it be possible that no man saw them ? It cannot be ; some ...
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... these doors ; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother ( no ; no brother , yet the fon , Yet not the son , I will not call him fon Of him I was about to call his father , ) Hath heard your praifes , and this ...
... these doors ; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother ( no ; no brother , yet the fon , Yet not the son , I will not call him fon Of him I was about to call his father , ) Hath heard your praifes , and this ...
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... these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion , And having that , do choak their service up Even with the having ; it is not so with thee ; But , poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree , That cannot so much as a blossom yield ...
... these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion , And having that , do choak their service up Even with the having ; it is not so with thee ; But , poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree , That cannot so much as a blossom yield ...
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... a peascod inftead of her , from whom I took two cods , and giving her them again , said with weeping tears , wear these for my fake . VOL . III , C We We that are true lovers run into strange capers ; As You Like it . 25.
... a peascod inftead of her , from whom I took two cods , and giving her them again , said with weeping tears , wear these for my fake . VOL . III , C We We that are true lovers run into strange capers ; As You Like it . 25.
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... these trees shall be my books , And in their barks my thoughts I'll character , That every eye , which in this forest looks , Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where . Run , run , Orlando , carve on every tree . The fair , air , the ...
... these trees shall be my books , And in their barks my thoughts I'll character , That every eye , which in this forest looks , Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where . Run , run , Orlando , carve on every tree . The fair , air , the ...
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Seite 30 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 29 - Good morrow, fool,' quoth I : ' No, sir,' quoth he, ' Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune. ' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, ' It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see...
Seite 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience;— Too little payment for so great a debt.
Seite 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 21 - To-day my Lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Seite 20 - The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's 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.
Seite 253 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek; she pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Seite 20 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...