The Hamnet Shakspere: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised).Edmonston, 1880 |
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... Arms , preserved in the Heralds ' College , is given , and the Editor , Mr Gough Nichols , says , " In the margin are sketched with a pen the arms and crest , and above them is written ' Non sans droicht . " " ( xlii )
... Arms , preserved in the Heralds ' College , is given , and the Editor , Mr Gough Nichols , says , " In the margin are sketched with a pen the arms and crest , and above them is written ' Non sans droicht . " " ( xlii )
第 xliii 頁
... Arms have been given , without this being noticed . There is no evidence that Shakspere used this motto , as there has been hitherto no evidence of his using any other , and no motto accompanies the Arms on the Stratford Monument . A ...
... Arms have been given , without this being noticed . There is no evidence that Shakspere used this motto , as there has been hitherto no evidence of his using any other , and no motto accompanies the Arms on the Stratford Monument . A ...
第 xliv 頁
... arms of Falconer , of Falcon Hall , near Edinburgh , on one of whose Entrances , -a photograph of which lies before us while we write , -a Falcon sits on each of the two side Pillars , and in the centre of each of the panels there is ...
... arms of Falconer , of Falcon Hall , near Edinburgh , on one of whose Entrances , -a photograph of which lies before us while we write , -a Falcon sits on each of the two side Pillars , and in the centre of each of the panels there is ...
第 liv 頁
... Arms too Strike at the Heaven with your Your Knees to them ( not Arms ) established against the Rich · · • Staves . to chain up and restrain the Poor I ' th ' midds't a th ' Body Unto the Appetite Of the whole Body For look you I may ...
... Arms too Strike at the Heaven with your Your Knees to them ( not Arms ) established against the Rich · · • Staves . to chain up and restrain the Poor I ' th ' midds't a th ' Body Unto the Appetite Of the whole Body For look you I may ...
第 lxi 頁
... Arm'd Knees And the Eyes of th'ignorant Follow thine Enemy in a Fiery Gulf if he can thereto frame his Spirit they to Dust should grind it · Some Harlot's Spirit . My Throat of War Lest I surcease to honor mine own Truth 60 61 99 61 ...
... Arm'd Knees And the Eyes of th'ignorant Follow thine Enemy in a Fiery Gulf if he can thereto frame his Spirit they to Dust should grind it · Some Harlot's Spirit . My Throat of War Lest I surcease to honor mine own Truth 60 61 99 61 ...
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第 xxx 頁 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
第 7 頁 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate: and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye ? With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland.
第 56 頁 - His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : What his breast forges that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
第 68 頁 - You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, — I banish you ; And here remain with your uncertainty!
第 106 頁 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.