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action Æneid agreeable animal animal love appear arts beauty burlesque Cæsar cafe canto chap character circumstances colour congruity connection course degree desire dignity disagreeable disferent distress doth effect elevation emotion raised esfect example expression external signs Falstaff fame kind feeling fense figure final cause flight give grace grandeur gratification habit hath heav'n Hence Henry IV Hudibras ideas impression impropriety Jane Shore ject language less manner means ment mind motion Mourning Bride never novelty object observation occasion opposite Othello Ovid painful passion Paradise Lost perceive person pleasant emotion pleasure produce produceth proper propriety qualities reason relation relish remarkable resemblance respect ridicule riety risible scarce selfish sensible sentiments Shakespear singular sion soliloquy species spect spectator sublime succession surprise taste termed thee ther Theramene things thou thought tion train of perceptions tural uniformity variety Venice Preserv'd words writers
Sivu 287 - 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?
Sivu 156 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Sivu 283 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Sivu 162 - Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she — O God ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer — married with mine uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Sivu 74 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Sivu 510 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Sivu 221 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Sivu 136 - Out upon her ! Thou torturest me, Tubal. It was my turquoise ; I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
Sivu 161 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!