The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Volum 1 |
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Pàgina
... heart wrapt in a players hyde , supposes hee is as well able to bombast out a blanke verse as the best of you ; and beeing an absolute Johannes Fac - totum , is , in his owne conceyte , the only SHAKE - SCENE in a countrey . Oh , that I ...
... heart wrapt in a players hyde , supposes hee is as well able to bombast out a blanke verse as the best of you ; and beeing an absolute Johannes Fac - totum , is , in his owne conceyte , the only SHAKE - SCENE in a countrey . Oh , that I ...
Pàgina 13
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Booke Those Delphicke Lines with deep Impression tooke ; Then thou , our fancy of herself bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceiving ; And , so Sepulcher'd , in such pompe dost ...
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Booke Those Delphicke Lines with deep Impression tooke ; Then thou , our fancy of herself bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceiving ; And , so Sepulcher'd , in such pompe dost ...
Pàgina 13
... heart - sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth , With twenty watchful , weary , tedious nights : If haply won , perhaps a hapless gain ; If lost , why then a grievous labour won ; However , but a folly bought with wit , Or else a wit by ...
... heart - sore sighs ; one fading moment's mirth , With twenty watchful , weary , tedious nights : If haply won , perhaps a hapless gain ; If lost , why then a grievous labour won ; However , but a folly bought with wit , Or else a wit by ...
Pàgina 15
... heart - sore sighs ; For , in revenge of my contempt of love , Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthrall'd eyes , And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow . O , gentle Proteus , Love ' s a mighty lord ; a The first folio assigns ...
... heart - sore sighs ; For , in revenge of my contempt of love , Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthrall'd eyes , And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow . O , gentle Proteus , Love ' s a mighty lord ; a The first folio assigns ...
Pàgina 19
... heart ; His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth . Luc . Pray Heaven he prove so , when you come to him ! JUL . Now , as thou lov'st me , do him not that wrong , To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Only deserve my love , by ...
... heart ; His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth . Luc . Pray Heaven he prove so , when you come to him ! JUL . Now , as thou lov'st me , do him not that wrong , To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Only deserve my love , by ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pàgina 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Pàgina 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pàgina 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.