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... wise it call . Steal ? foh ! a fico for the phrase ! Act i . Sc . 3 . Tester I'll have in pouch , when thou shalt lack , Base Phrygian Turk ! The humour of it . Act i . Sc . 3 . Act i . Sc . 3 . Here will be an old abusing of ...
... wise it call . Steal ? foh ! a fico for the phrase ! Act i . Sc . 3 . Tester I'll have in pouch , when thou shalt lack , Base Phrygian Turk ! The humour of it . Act i . Sc . 3 . Act i . Sc . 3 . Here will be an old abusing of ...
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... wise father that knows his own child . Act ii . Sc . 2 . And the vile squeaking of the wry - neck'd fife . Act ii . Sc . 5 . All things that are , Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd . Act ii . Sc . 6.1 I am a Jew . Hath not a Jew ...
... wise father that knows his own child . Act ii . Sc . 2 . And the vile squeaking of the wry - neck'd fife . Act ii . Sc . 5 . All things that are , Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd . Act ii . Sc . 6.1 I am a Jew . Hath not a Jew ...
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... wise saws and modern instances , - And so he plays his part . The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd Pantaloon , With spectacle on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd , a world too wide For his shrunk shank ...
... wise saws and modern instances , - And so he plays his part . The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd Pantaloon , With spectacle on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd , a world too wide For his shrunk shank ...
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... wise man's son doth know . Act ii . Sc . 3 . He does it with a better grace , but I do it more natural . Act ii . Sc . 3 . Sir To . Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by ...
... wise man's son doth know . Act ii . Sc . 3 . He does it with a better grace , but I do it more natural . Act ii . Sc . 3 . Sir To . Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by ...
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... wise man ports and happy havens . Act i . Sc . 3 . O , who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow , By ...
... wise man ports and happy havens . Act i . Sc . 3 . O , who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow , By ...
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Page 345 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 90 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 202 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out...
Page 73 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 92 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 37 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 116 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 50 - 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.
Page 72 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 104 - t that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.