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And writers say , As the most forward bud s eaten by the canker , ere it blow , Even so by love the young and tender wit stnru'd to folly ; blasting in the bud , Cosing his verdure even in the prime , And all the fair efects of future ...
And writers say , As the most forward bud s eaten by the canker , ere it blow , Even so by love the young and tender wit stnru'd to folly ; blasting in the bud , Cosing his verdure even in the prime , And all the fair efects of future ...
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Not so fair , boy , as well favoured . No more of stay ! to - morrow thon must go . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Come on , Panthino ; you shall be employ'd Val . What dost thou know ? To hasten on his expedition .
Not so fair , boy , as well favoured . No more of stay ! to - morrow thon must go . Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Come on , Panthino ; you shall be employ'd Val . What dost thou know ? To hasten on his expedition .
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She's fair ; and so is Julia , that I love ; – That I did love , for now my love is thaw'd ; Which , like a waxen image'gainst a fire , Bears uo impression of the thing it was . Methieks , my zealto Valentine is cold ; row.
She's fair ; and so is Julia , that I love ; – That I did love , for now my love is thaw'd ; Which , like a waxen image'gainst a fire , Bears uo impression of the thing it was . Methieks , my zealto Valentine is cold ; row.
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But Silviais too fair , too true , too holy , Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me : he To be corrupted with my worthless gifts . loved her out of all nick . Jul . Where is Lannce ? When I protest true loyalty to her ...
But Silviais too fair , too true , too holy , Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me : he To be corrupted with my worthless gifts . loved her out of all nick . Jul . Where is Lannce ? When I protest true loyalty to her ...
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She says it is a fair one . Enter Valentine . Thu. Nay , then the wanton lies ; my face is black . Val . Howise doth breed a habit in a man ! Pro . But pearls are fair ; and the old saying is , This shadowy desert , unfrequented woods ...
She says it is a fair one . Enter Valentine . Thu. Nay , then the wanton lies ; my face is black . Val . Howise doth breed a habit in a man ! Pro . But pearls are fair ; and the old saying is , This shadowy desert , unfrequented woods ...
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Page 365 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war...
Page 253 - 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 365 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Page 305 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 287 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 265 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 252 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Fleischer, 1824 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 830 pages |
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