The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Volume 18 |
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... reasons for my opinion are given in another place ; ( v . IV'inter's Tale ) though perhaps they are not necessary , as it may one day better be made appear a true one , by the discovery of some more antient edition . HAMLET . About the ...
... reasons for my opinion are given in another place ; ( v . IV'inter's Tale ) though perhaps they are not necessary , as it may one day better be made appear a true one , by the discovery of some more antient edition . HAMLET . About the ...
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... reason to withhold me fo . Thou hadst been gone , quoth she , sweet boy , ere this , But that thou told'ft me , thou would'ft hunt the boar . O be advis'd ; thou know'ft not what it is With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore ...
... reason to withhold me fo . Thou hadst been gone , quoth she , sweet boy , ere this , But that thou told'ft me , thou would'ft hunt the boar . O be advis'd ; thou know'ft not what it is With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore ...
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... reason : Cynthia for shame obfcures her filver shine , Till forging nature be condemn'd of treason , For ftealing moulds from heaven that were divine , Wherein the fram'd thee in high heaven's defpite , To fhame the fun by day , and her ...
... reason : Cynthia for shame obfcures her filver shine , Till forging nature be condemn'd of treason , For ftealing moulds from heaven that were divine , Wherein the fram'd thee in high heaven's defpite , To fhame the fun by day , and her ...
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... reason is the bawd to luft's abuse . Call it not love , for love to heaven is " fled , Since sweating luft on earth ufurps his name ; Under whofe fimple femblance he hath fed Upon fresh beauty , blotting it with blame ; Which the hot ...
... reason is the bawd to luft's abuse . Call it not love , for love to heaven is " fled , Since sweating luft on earth ufurps his name ; Under whofe fimple femblance he hath fed Upon fresh beauty , blotting it with blame ; Which the hot ...
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William Shakespeare. Then childish fear avaunt ! debating die ! Respect and reason , wait on wrinkled age ! My heart shall never countermand mine eye : Sad pause and deep regard befeem the sage ; My part is youth , and beats these from ...
William Shakespeare. Then childish fear avaunt ! debating die ! Respect and reason , wait on wrinkled age ! My heart shall never countermand mine eye : Sad pause and deep regard befeem the sage ; My part is youth , and beats these from ...
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Page 206 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Page 178 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : 0, no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 176 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 136 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 184 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty...
Page 168 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Page 151 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 164 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Page 169 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Page 166 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...