The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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Стр. 9
It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature , to preserve virginity . Loss of
virginity is rational increase and there was never virgin got , ' till virginity was first
loft . That , you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Virginity , by being once
loit ...
It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature , to preserve virginity . Loss of
virginity is rational increase and there was never virgin got , ' till virginity was first
loft . That , you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Virginity , by being once
loit ...
Стр. 107
( 2 ) O , had I but follow'd the arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an excellent head
of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Paft question ;
for thou feeft , it will not curt by nature . Sir And . But it becomes me well enough ...
( 2 ) O , had I but follow'd the arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an excellent head
of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Paft question ;
for thou feeft , it will not curt by nature . Sir And . But it becomes me well enough ...
Стр. 134
She did commend my yellow stockings of late , she did praise my leg , being
cross - garter'd , and in this the manifests her sef to my love , and with a kind of
injunction drives me to these habits of her liking . I thank my stars , I am happy : I
will ...
She did commend my yellow stockings of late , she did praise my leg , being
cross - garter'd , and in this the manifests her sef to my love , and with a kind of
injunction drives me to these habits of her liking . I thank my stars , I am happy : I
will ...
Стр. 156
In nature there's no blemish but the mind : None can be call'd deform'd , but the
unkind . Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks , o'erflourish'd
by the devil . i Of The man grows mad , away with him : Come , come , Sir .
In nature there's no blemish but the mind : None can be call'd deform'd , but the
unkind . Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks , o'erflourish'd
by the devil . i Of The man grows mad , away with him : Come , come , Sir .
Стр. 180
A heavier task could not have been impos'd , Than I to speak my grief
unspeakable : Yet that the world may witness , that my end Was wrought by
nature , not by vile offence , I'll utter what my forrow gives me leave . In Syracusa
was I born ...
A heavier task could not have been impos'd , Than I to speak my grief
unspeakable : Yet that the world may witness , that my end Was wrought by
nature , not by vile offence , I'll utter what my forrow gives me leave . In Syracusa
was I born ...
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Стр. 70 - 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.
Стр. 137 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Стр. 384 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Стр. 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 384 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Стр. 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Стр. 101 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Стр. 419 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
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| Название | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical (Часть 10,Том 3), William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Редактор | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Авторы | Henry Lintot, Charles Hitch, Jacob Tonson, Richard Tonson, Charles Corbet, Bethel Wellington, Richard Wellington, John Brindley, E. New |
| Издание: | 2 |
| Издатель | H. Lintott, 1740 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 12 сен 2007 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |