The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 第 5 卷H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn'worths of their pillage , And And purchafe friends , and give to curtezans , Still King HENRY VI .
... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn'worths of their pillage , And And purchafe friends , and give to curtezans , Still King HENRY VI .
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). And purchafe friends , and give to curtezans , Still revelling , like Lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over them , and wrings his hapless hands , And thakes ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). And purchafe friends , and give to curtezans , Still revelling , like Lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over them , and wrings his hapless hands , And thakes ...
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... give no words but mum ! The bufinefs asketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amifs , were she a devil . Yet have I gold , Aies from another coaft : I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal ...
... give no words but mum ! The bufinefs asketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amifs , were she a devil . Yet have I gold , Aies from another coaft : I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal ...
第19页
... Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ She gives the Dutchefs a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd ...
... Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ She gives the Dutchefs a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd ...
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... give me leave , my Lord of York , To be the poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleafure , my good Lord . Who's within there , ho ? ( 5 ) Thefe oracles are hardly attain'd , And hardy underfood . ] Not only the lamenefs of the ...
... give me leave , my Lord of York , To be the poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleafure , my good Lord . Who's within there , ho ? ( 5 ) Thefe oracles are hardly attain'd , And hardy underfood . ] Not only the lamenefs of the ...
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第365页 - 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.
第131页 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
第215页 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
第215页 - 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.
第131页 - 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.
第131页 - 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...
第365页 - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第333页 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
第192页 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
第214页 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.