The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Nide 5C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Sivu 7
... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to ...
... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to ...
Sivu 50
... some black storm , Shall blow ten thoufand fouls to heav'n or hell . And this fell tempeft fhall not cease to rage , Until the golden circuit on my head , ( Like to the glorious fun's tranfparent beams , ) Do calm the fury of this mad ...
... some black storm , Shall blow ten thoufand fouls to heav'n or hell . And this fell tempeft fhall not cease to rage , Until the golden circuit on my head , ( Like to the glorious fun's tranfparent beams , ) Do calm the fury of this mad ...
Sivu 56
... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips , With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips , With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
Sivu 58
... Some ftern untutor'd churl : and noble ftock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art ; And never of the Nevills ' noble Race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I fhould rob the death's - man of his ...
... Some ftern untutor'd churl : and noble ftock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art ; And never of the Nevills ' noble Race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I fhould rob the death's - man of his ...
Sivu 71
... Some fay , the bee flings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
... Some fay , the bee flings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
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Sivu 217 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Sivu 370 - 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...
Sivu 134 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Sivu 377 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Sivu 367 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sivu 368 - Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Sivu 133 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Sivu 71 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Sivu 368 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Sivu 133 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...