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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... art thou coy ? I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the ftern and direful god of war , Whose finewy neck in battle ne'er did bow , Who conquers where he comes , in every jar ; Yet hath he been my captive and my flave ...
... art thou coy ? I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the ftern and direful god of war , Whose finewy neck in battle ne'er did bow , Who conquers where he comes , in every jar ; Yet hath he been my captive and my flave ...
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... thou in the ground ? hold up thy head ; Look in mine eye - balls where thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , fince eyes on eyes ? Art thou asham'd to kifs ? then wink again , And I will wink , fo fhall the day seem night ; Love ...
... thou in the ground ? hold up thy head ; Look in mine eye - balls where thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , fince eyes on eyes ? Art thou asham'd to kifs ? then wink again , And I will wink , fo fhall the day seem night ; Love ...
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... thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead ; And fo in spite of death thou do'st survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this , the love - fick queen began to sweat , For , where they ...
... thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead ; And fo in spite of death thou do'st survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this , the love - fick queen began to sweat , For , where they ...
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William Shakespeare. Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel , Nay more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth ? Art thou a woman's fon , and canft not feel What ' tis to love ? how want of love tormenteth ? O had thy mother borne ...
William Shakespeare. Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel , Nay more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth ? Art thou a woman's fon , and canft not feel What ' tis to love ? how want of love tormenteth ? O had thy mother borne ...
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... thou needs must have , If thou destroy them not in their obscurity ? If so , the world will hold thee in disdain , Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is flain . So in thyself thyfelf art made away ; A mifchief worfe than civil home - bred ...
... thou needs must have , If thou destroy them not in their obscurity ? If so , the world will hold thee in disdain , Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is flain . So in thyself thyfelf art made away ; A mifchief worfe than civil home - bred ...
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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...