The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsT. Bedlington, 1827 - 345 psl. |
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... youth He had the wit , which I can well observe To - day in our young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted , Ere they can hide their levity in honour . So like a courtier , contempt nor bitterness Were ...
... youth He had the wit , which I can well observe To - day in our young lords ; but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them unnoted , Ere they can hide their levity in honour . So like a courtier , contempt nor bitterness Were ...
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... YOUTH . I BESEECH you , punish me not with your hard thoughts ; wherein I confess me much guilty , to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes , go with me to my trial : wherein if I be ...
... YOUTH . I BESEECH you , punish me not with your hard thoughts ; wherein I confess me much guilty , to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes , go with me to my trial : wherein if I be ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... youth : not very pretty : But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him : He'll make a proper man : The best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did heal it up . He is not ...
... youth : not very pretty : But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him : He'll make a proper man : The best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did heal it up . He is not ...
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... sleeping man should stir ; for ' tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead . * Trifling . + Melancholy ACT V. LOVE . Good shepherd , tell this youth. 22 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
... sleeping man should stir ; for ' tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead . * Trifling . + Melancholy ACT V. LOVE . Good shepherd , tell this youth. 22 BEAUTIES OF SHAKSPEARE .
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear beauty blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek cold fear CORDELIA CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed DESDEMONA doth dream ears earth eyes fair false farewell father fear fire fool foul friends gentle Ghost give gods gold grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba honour hour Iago king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord lov'd lover Macb Macd maid marriage moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er Pandarus passion Patroclus pity poison'd poor prince queen revenge Romeo shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit spleen stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue twixt Tybalt Ulyss vex'd virtue weep wife wind woman words wretch youth
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50 psl. - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
101 psl. - 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.
49 psl. - 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 himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
220 psl. - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
50 psl. - 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.
213 psl. - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have?
165 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.
238 psl. - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
217 psl. - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
244 psl. - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...