The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Band 4R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... true perfection , or my falfe tranfgreffion , That makes me , reafonlefs , to reason thus ? She's fair ; and fo is Julia , that I love ; That I did love , for now my love is thawed ; Which , like a waxen image ' gainst a fire , Bears no ...
... true perfection , or my falfe tranfgreffion , That makes me , reafonlefs , to reason thus ? She's fair ; and fo is Julia , that I love ; That I did love , for now my love is thawed ; Which , like a waxen image ' gainst a fire , Bears no ...
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... true , will't be a match ? Laun , Afk my dogs if he fay , ay , it will ; if he fay , no , it will ; if he shake his tail , and fay nothing , it will I Speed The conclufion is then , that it will.se Laun . Thou fhalt never get fucha ...
... true , will't be a match ? Laun , Afk my dogs if he fay , ay , it will ; if he fay , no , it will ; if he shake his tail , and fay nothing , it will I Speed The conclufion is then , that it will.se Laun . Thou fhalt never get fucha ...
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... true devoted pilgrim is not weary To meafure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; Much lefs fhall the , that hath love's wings to fly ; And when the flight is made to one fo dear , Of fuch divine perfection as Sir Protheus ... [ food ? Luc ...
... true devoted pilgrim is not weary To meafure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; Much lefs fhall the , that hath love's wings to fly ; And when the flight is made to one fo dear , Of fuch divine perfection as Sir Protheus ... [ food ? Luc ...
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... true - love - knotse To be fantastic may become a youth . Of greater time than I fhall fhew to be . [ breeches ? Luc . What fathion , Madam , fhall I make your * Jul . That fits as well , as- tell me , good my Lord , What compafs will ...
... true - love - knotse To be fantastic may become a youth . Of greater time than I fhall fhew to be . [ breeches ? Luc . What fathion , Madam , fhall I make your * Jul . That fits as well , as- tell me , good my Lord , What compafs will ...
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... true , too holy , To be corrupted with my worthlefs gifts . When I protest true loyalty to her , She twits me with my falfehood to my friend When to her beauty I commend my vows , She bids me think how I have been forfworn In breaking ...
... true , too holy , To be corrupted with my worthlefs gifts . When I protest true loyalty to her , She twits me with my falfehood to my friend When to her beauty I commend my vows , She bids me think how I have been forfworn In breaking ...
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Seite 118 - 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 we may see...
Seite 118 - 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 122 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 271 - 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...
Seite 151 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Seite 151 - No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Seite 111 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Seite 135 - Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Seite 106 - 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 107 - Tis right, quoth he ; this misery doth part The flux of company. Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'TVs just the fashion.