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APOLOGY argument Bacon Baconians Ben Jonson Bruno's Cæsar Cicero cited classics Claudio coincidence Collins's comedy CORIOLANUS critic culture death discourse doth drama dramatist echo edition Elizabethan English Euripides expression fact faculty Faerie Queene Farmer Fleay Florio Florio's translation further Greek HAMLET hand hath idea influence Jonson JULIUS CÆSAR king LEAR learning less lines literary LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST LUCRECE Marston matter MEASURE FOR MEASURE mind Montaigne Montaigne's essay nature original OTHELLO Ovid parallels passage philosophic phrase plays Plutarch poet poet's Professor Baynes Professor Collins Professor Fiske proposition published Quarto question reason recognised scene seems Seneca sentence Shake Shakespeare soliloquy Sonnets soul speare speare's speech spirit suggested suppose surmise theme thesis things thou thought tion TITUS TITUS ANDRONICUS trace tragedies TROILUS TROILUS AND CRESSIDA unto VENUS AND ADONIS verbal verse writes
第 243 頁 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
第 230 頁 - These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
第 111 頁 - 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...
第 54 頁 - That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat. Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery. That aptly is put on.
第 327 頁 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
第 204 頁 - 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.
第 91 頁 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
第 43 頁 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
第 60 頁 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...
第 92 頁 - Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get, And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.