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... thee , speak in sober judg- ment . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this com- mendation I can afford her : that were she other ...
... thee , speak in sober judg- ment . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise : only this com- mendation I can afford her : that were she other ...
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... thee to the parlour ; There shalt thou find my cousin Bea- trice Proposing with the prince and Claudio : Whisper her ear , and tell her , I and Ursula Walk in the orchard , and our whole discourse Is all of her ; say , that thou ...
... thee to the parlour ; There shalt thou find my cousin Bea- trice Proposing with the prince and Claudio : Whisper her ear , and tell her , I and Ursula Walk in the orchard , and our whole discourse Is all of her ; say , that thou ...
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William Shakespeare Q D. And , Benedick , love on , I will requite thee ; Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; If thou dost love , my kindness shall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band : For others say thou dost deserve ...
William Shakespeare Q D. And , Benedick , love on , I will requite thee ; Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; If thou dost love , my kindness shall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band : For others say thou dost deserve ...
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... thee an answer for that ; and now forward with thy tale . Bora . Stand thee close then under this pent- house , for it drizzles rain : and I will , like a true drunkard , utter all to thee . Watch . [ aside . ] Some treason , masters ...
... thee an answer for that ; and now forward with thy tale . Bora . Stand thee close then under this pent- house , for it drizzles rain : and I will , like a true drunkard , utter all to thee . Watch . [ aside . ] Some treason , masters ...
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... thee well , most foul , most fair ! farewell , Thou pure impiety , and impious purity ! For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love , And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang , To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm , And SC . I. 61 ...
... thee well , most foul , most fair ! farewell , Thou pure impiety , and impious purity ! For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love , And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang , To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm , And SC . I. 61 ...
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Page 42 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 43 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes,...
Page 260 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 25 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 118 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 103 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Page 43 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Page 30 - All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Page 244 - Until his ink were temper d with Love's sighs. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Page 284 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, 920 Unpleasing to a married ear!