The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsJ. Bumpus, 1824 - 385 páginas |
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... reason and discourse , And well she can persuade . PARDON THE SANCTION OF WICKEDNESS . For we bid this be done , When evil deeds have their permissive pass , And not the punishment . A SEVERE GOVERNOR . Lord Angelo is precise ; Stands ...
... reason and discourse , And well she can persuade . PARDON THE SANCTION OF WICKEDNESS . For we bid this be done , When evil deeds have their permissive pass , And not the punishment . A SEVERE GOVERNOR . Lord Angelo is precise ; Stands ...
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... Reason thus with life , - If I do lose thee , I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep ; a breath thou art ( Servile to all the skiey influences ) , That dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict : merely , thou ...
... Reason thus with life , - If I do lose thee , I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep ; a breath thou art ( Servile to all the skiey influences ) , That dost this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict : merely , thou ...
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... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them : and when you have them , they are not worth the search . MEDIOCRITY . For aught I see , they are as sick , that surfeit with too ...
... reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them : and when you have them , they are not worth the search . MEDIOCRITY . For aught I see , they are as sick , that surfeit with too ...
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... reason ? I am a Jew . Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands , organs , dimensions , senses , affec- tions , passions ? fed with the same food , hurt with the same weapons , subject to the same diseases , healed by the same means ...
... reason ? I am a Jew . Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands , organs , dimensions , senses , affec- tions , passions ? fed with the same food , hurt with the same weapons , subject to the same diseases , healed by the same means ...
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... reason to be render'd , Why he cannot abide a gaping + pig ; Why he , a harmless necessary cat ; Why he , a swollen bagpipe ; but of force Must yield to such inevitable shame , As to offend , himself being offended ; So can I give no reason ...
... reason to be render'd , Why he cannot abide a gaping + pig ; Why he , a harmless necessary cat ; Why he , a swollen bagpipe ; but of force Must yield to such inevitable shame , As to offend , himself being offended ; So can I give no reason ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius cheek CORDELIA CORIOLANUS Cymbeline dead dear death deed DESDEMONA doth dream ears earth eyes fair false farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods gold grief Hamlet hand hang hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hell honour i'the Iago king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd Macb Macbeth Macd maid Mark Antony moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er OTHELLO Pandarus Patroclus pity poison'd poor prince Queen revenge Romeo shake shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee Ther There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Tybalt Ulyss vex'd villain virtue weep wife wilt wind words wretch youth
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Página 264 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 109 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 50 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Página 49 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Página 226 - 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...
Página 185 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 247 - tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Página 245 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Página 266 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 21 - 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.