The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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... use , for earth too dear ! So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . The measure done , I'll watch her place of Stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . Did my heart love ' till ...
... use , for earth too dear ! So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . The measure done , I'll watch her place of Stand , And , touching hers , make happy my rude hand . Did my heart love ' till ...
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... use , Revolts from true Birth , ftumbling on abuse . Virtue it felf turns vice , being mifapplied ; And vice fometime by action's dignified . Within the infant rind of this fmall flower Poison hath refidence , and medicine power : For ...
... use , Revolts from true Birth , ftumbling on abuse . Virtue it felf turns vice , being mifapplied ; And vice fometime by action's dignified . Within the infant rind of this fmall flower Poison hath refidence , and medicine power : For ...
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... use me at his pleasure ? [ To her man . Pet . I faw no man ufe you at his pleasure : if I had , my weapon fhould quickly have been out , I warrant you . I dare draw as foon as another man , if I fee occa- fion in a good quarrel , and ...
... use me at his pleasure ? [ To her man . Pet . I faw no man ufe you at his pleasure : if I had , my weapon fhould quickly have been out , I warrant you . I dare draw as foon as another man , if I fee occa- fion in a good quarrel , and ...
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... , thy Love , thy Wit , Which , like an Ufurer , abound'st in all , And useft none in that true use indeed , Which should bedeck thy Shape , thy Love , thy Wit . Thy Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax , ROMEO and JULIET . 63.
... , thy Love , thy Wit , Which , like an Ufurer , abound'st in all , And useft none in that true use indeed , Which should bedeck thy Shape , thy Love , thy Wit . Thy Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax , ROMEO and JULIET . 63.
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... use to jeft . Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart , advise ; If you be mine , I'll give you to my friend : If you be not , hang , beg , ftarve , die i'th ' ftreets ; For , by my foul , I'll ne'er acknowledge thee , Nor what is mine ...
... use to jeft . Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart , advise ; If you be mine , I'll give you to my friend : If you be not , hang , beg , ftarve , die i'th ' ftreets ; For , by my foul , I'll ne'er acknowledge thee , Nor what is mine ...
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Стр. 191 - How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Стр. 212 - I loved Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum.
Стр. 114 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Стр. 119 - Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but being in, Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee.
Стр. 172 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Стр. 153 - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Стр. 161 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Стр. 24 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Стр. 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Стр. 246 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart...