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... thou here seest put , It was for gentle Shakespeare cut ; Wherein the Graver had a strife With Nature , to out - doo ... thou canst never dye , But crown'd with Lawrell , live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memorie of M. W. Shake ...
... thou here seest put , It was for gentle Shakespeare cut ; Wherein the Graver had a strife With Nature , to out - doo ... thou canst never dye , But crown'd with Lawrell , live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memorie of M. W. Shake ...
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... thou art to post after with oare . What's the matter ? why weep'st thou , man ? Away , ass ; you'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer . LAUN . It is no matter if the tied were lost ; for it is the unkindest tied that ever man tied ...
... thou art to post after with oare . What's the matter ? why weep'st thou , man ? Away , ass ; you'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer . LAUN . It is no matter if the tied were lost ; for it is the unkindest tied that ever man tied ...
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... thou , that my master has ACT III . With all the cunning manner of our flight , Determin'd of : how I must climb her window ; The ladder made of cords ; and all the means Plotted and ' greed on , for my happiness . Good Proteus , go ...
... thou , that my master has ACT III . With all the cunning manner of our flight , Determin'd of : how I must climb her window ; The ladder made of cords ; and all the means Plotted and ' greed on , for my happiness . Good Proteus , go ...
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... thou art Merops ' son . ) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car , And with thy daring folly burn the world ? Wilt thou reach stars , because they shine on thee ? Go , base intruder ! overweening slave ! Bestow thy fawning smiles on ...
... thou art Merops ' son . ) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car , And with thy daring folly burn the world ? Wilt thou reach stars , because they shine on thee ? Go , base intruder ! overweening slave ! Bestow thy fawning smiles on ...
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... thou speak'st Have some malignant power upon my life ; If so , I pray thee , breathe it in mine ear , As ending anthem of my endless dolour . PRO . Cease to lament for that thou canst not help , And study help for that which thou lament ...
... thou speak'st Have some malignant power upon my life ; If so , I pray thee , breathe it in mine ear , As ending anthem of my endless dolour . PRO . Cease to lament for that thou canst not help , And study help for that which thou lament ...
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.