The Beauties of Shakspeare Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads |
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... because there are some which I am convinced will not stand this test : the old , the grave , and the severe , will disapprove , perhaps , the more soft ( and as they may call them ) trifling love - tales , so elegantly breathed ...
... because there are some which I am convinced will not stand this test : the old , the grave , and the severe , will disapprove , perhaps , the more soft ( and as they may call them ) trifling love - tales , so elegantly breathed ...
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... our acts we them derive Than our foregoer : the mere word's a slave , Debauch'd on every tomb ; on every grave , A lying trophy , and as oft is dumb , Where dust and damn'd oblivion , is the tomb Of honour'd bones indeed . ACT III .
... our acts we them derive Than our foregoer : the mere word's a slave , Debauch'd on every tomb ; on every grave , A lying trophy , and as oft is dumb , Where dust and damn'd oblivion , is the tomb Of honour'd bones indeed . ACT III .
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LOVE IN A GRAVE SEVERE GOVERNOR . When I would pray and think , I think and pray To several subjects : heaven hath my empty words ; Whilst my invention hearing not my tongue , Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth , As if I did but ...
LOVE IN A GRAVE SEVERE GOVERNOR . When I would pray and think , I think and pray To several subjects : heaven hath my empty words ; Whilst my invention hearing not my tongue , Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth , As if I did but ...
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There my father's grave Did utter forth a voice ! Yes , thou must die : Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances . This outward - sainted deputyWhose settled visage and deliberate word Nips youth i'the head , and follies ...
There my father's grave Did utter forth a voice ! Yes , thou must die : Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances . This outward - sainted deputyWhose settled visage and deliberate word Nips youth i'the head , and follies ...
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But one , the wicked'st caitiff on the ground , May seem as shy , as grave , as just , as absolute , As Angelo ; even so may Angelo , In all his dressings , * characts , titles , forms , Be an arch - villair : believe it , royal prince ...
But one , the wicked'st caitiff on the ground , May seem as shy , as grave , as just , as absolute , As Angelo ; even so may Angelo , In all his dressings , * characts , titles , forms , Be an arch - villair : believe it , royal prince ...
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第50页 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
第101页 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
第49页 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
第220页 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
第50页 - But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
第213页 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have?
第165页 - 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.
第238页 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
第217页 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
第244页 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...