The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, 6 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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... fweet neice Creffida Cre . At your pleasure . Pan . Here , here , here's an excellent place , here we may see most bravely ; I'll tell you them all by their names , as they pafs by ; but mark Troilus above the rest . Eneas paffes over ...
... fweet neice Creffida Cre . At your pleasure . Pan . Here , here , here's an excellent place , here we may see most bravely ; I'll tell you them all by their names , as they pafs by ; but mark Troilus above the rest . Eneas paffes over ...
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... fweet , as when defire did fue : Atchievement is , command ; ungain'd , befeech . Therefore this maxim out of love I teach ; That though my heart's content firm love doth bear , Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes appear . ( a ) By ...
... fweet , as when defire did fue : Atchievement is , command ; ungain'd , befeech . Therefore this maxim out of love I teach ; That though my heart's content firm love doth bear , Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes appear . ( a ) By ...
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... fweet delights ; You have the honey ftill , but these the gall , So to be valiant is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propofe not meerly to my felf The pleasures fuch a beauty brings with it : But I would have the foil of her fair rape ...
... fweet delights ; You have the honey ftill , but these the gall , So to be valiant is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propofe not meerly to my felf The pleasures fuch a beauty brings with it : But I would have the foil of her fair rape ...
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... fweet com- Praife him that got thee , her that gave thee fuck : Fam❜d be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice fam❜d beyond , beyond all erudition ! But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight , T Let Mars divide eternity in twain ...
... fweet com- Praife him that got thee , her that gave thee fuck : Fam❜d be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice fam❜d beyond , beyond all erudition ! But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight , T Let Mars divide eternity in twain ...
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... fweet Queen : fair Prince , here is good broken mufick . Par . You have broken it , coufin , and , by my life , you fhall make it whole again ; you fhall piece it out with a piece of your performance . Nell , he is full of harmony . Pan ...
... fweet Queen : fair Prince , here is good broken mufick . Par . You have broken it , coufin , and , by my life , you fhall make it whole again ; you fhall piece it out with a piece of your performance . Nell , he is full of harmony . Pan ...
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518 psl. - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
375 psl. - That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
327 psl. - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
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383 psl. - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my 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...
494 psl. - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
268 psl. - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
252 psl. - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
390 psl. - You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
488 psl. - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.