The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, 2 tomas |
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... thou but feel The weighty forrows that fit on a crown , Tho ' thou should't find one in the streets , Caftruccio , Thou would'ft not think it worth the taking up : But fince thou art enamour'd of my fortune , Thou shalt ere long taste ...
... thou but feel The weighty forrows that fit on a crown , Tho ' thou should't find one in the streets , Caftruccio , Thou would'ft not think it worth the taking up : But fince thou art enamour'd of my fortune , Thou shalt ere long taste ...
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... thou mean by fhaking of thy head ? Why doft thou look fo fadly on my fon ? What means that hand upon that breast of ... Art thou thus at a lofs to fpeak thy purpose ? Again , What fecret forrows roll within thy breast , Thus filent ...
... thou mean by fhaking of thy head ? Why doft thou look fo fadly on my fon ? What means that hand upon that breast of ... Art thou thus at a lofs to fpeak thy purpose ? Again , What fecret forrows roll within thy breast , Thus filent ...
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... thou Become thy great birth , nor deferve a crown . But thy art fair , and at thy birth , dear boy ! ( 5 ) Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great . Of nature's gifts thou may'ft with lillies boast , And with the half blown - rofe ...
... thou Become thy great birth , nor deferve a crown . But thy art fair , and at thy birth , dear boy ! ( 5 ) Nature and fortune join'd to make thee great . Of nature's gifts thou may'ft with lillies boast , And with the half blown - rofe ...
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... thou vex me , when this deed is done , Confcience that art afraid to let me name it ? A & F 3 . If this fame were a churchyard , where we stand If 80 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
... thou vex me , when this deed is done , Confcience that art afraid to let me name it ? A & F 3 . If this fame were a churchyard , where we stand If 80 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
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... thou art sham'd ; Rome , thou haft lost the breed of noble bloods . When went there by an age , fince the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide ...
... thou art sham'd ; Rome , thou haft lost the breed of noble bloods . When went there by an age , fince the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide ...
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101 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
101 psl. - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
142 psl. - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
239 psl. - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
102 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
122 psl. - Alas! sir, are you here? things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves. Since I was man such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry the affliction nor the fear.
52 psl. - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
93 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar.
110 psl. - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
116 psl. - ... 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...