The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 5 tomasC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... thine they give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn worths of their pillage , And purchafe friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like Lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods ...
... thine they give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn worths of their pillage , And purchafe friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like Lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods ...
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... thine eyes fxt to the fullen earthjoa on m1 Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? 4 vyda What feeft thou there ? King Henry's Diadem , Inchas'd with all the honours of the world ? - on If If fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy 12 ...
... thine eyes fxt to the fullen earthjoa on m1 Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? 4 vyda What feeft thou there ? King Henry's Diadem , Inchas'd with all the honours of the world ? - on If If fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy 12 ...
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... thine ? 1 Pet . Mine is , an't please your Grace , againft John Goodman , my Lord Cardinal's man , for keeping my houfe and lands , and wife , and all from me . Suf . Thy wife too ? that's fome wrong , indeed . What's yours ? what's ...
... thine ? 1 Pet . Mine is , an't please your Grace , againft John Goodman , my Lord Cardinal's man , for keeping my houfe and lands , and wife , and all from me . Suf . Thy wife too ? that's fome wrong , indeed . What's yours ? what's ...
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... thine infolence . Since thou wert King , ( as who is King , but thou ? ) The Common - wealth hath daily run to wreck . The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas , And all the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond - men to ...
... thine infolence . Since thou wert King , ( as who is King , but thou ? ) The Common - wealth hath daily run to wreck . The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas , And all the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond - men to ...
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... thine to England's King , Injurious Duke , that threat'ft where is no caufe . Buck . True , Madam , none at all : What call you this ? Away with them , let them be clap'd up close , And kept apart . You , Madam , fhall with us ...
... thine to England's King , Injurious Duke , that threat'ft where is no caufe . Buck . True , Madam , none at all : What call you this ? Away with them , let them be clap'd up close , And kept apart . You , Madam , fhall with us ...
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The Works of Shakespeare ... Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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217 psl. - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
370 psl. - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
134 psl. - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
377 psl. - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
367 psl. - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
368 psl. - Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
133 psl. - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
71 psl. - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be, ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
368 psl. - 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.
133 psl. - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...