Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible Passages Illustrative of the Various Passions, Affections and Emotions of the Human Mind. Selected and Arranged in Alphabetic Order, from the Writings of the Eminent Dramatic Poet |
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Pàgina 11
... I , to bear this , That never knew but better , is some burden . T. A. iv . 3 Such a house broke ! So noble a master fallen ! All gone ! and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm , And go along with him ! T. A. iv . 2 .
... I , to bear this , That never knew but better , is some burden . T. A. iv . 3 Such a house broke ! So noble a master fallen ! All gone ! and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm , And go along with him ! T. A. iv . 2 .
Pàgina 13
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but , being in , Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee . Give ev'ry man thine ear , but few thy voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy ...
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but , being in , Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee . Give ev'ry man thine ear , but few thy voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy ...
Pàgina 16
Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world , And bear the palm alone . J. C. i . 2 . What see'st thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Enchas'd with all the honours of the world ...
Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world , And bear the palm alone . J. C. i . 2 . What see'st thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Enchas'd with all the honours of the world ...
Pàgina 18
O Cassius , you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who , much enforced , shows a hasty spark , And straight is cold again . J. C. iv.3 ANGER , --continued . Anger's my meat : I sup 18 ANG ANG ...
O Cassius , you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who , much enforced , shows a hasty spark , And straight is cold again . J. C. iv.3 ANGER , --continued . Anger's my meat : I sup 18 ANG ANG ...
Pàgina 23
2 . ASPECT , MARTIAL . Say , what's thy name ? Thou hast a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't ; though thy tackle's torn Thou show'st a noble vessel . C. iv . 5 . He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye ; talks like ...
2 . ASPECT , MARTIAL . Say , what's thy name ? Thou hast a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't ; though thy tackle's torn Thou show'st a noble vessel . C. iv . 5 . He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye ; talks like ...
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Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1863 |
Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1856 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 249 - 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.
Pàgina 364 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 206 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pàgina 120 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pàgina 122 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Pàgina 182 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Pàgina 13 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 249 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pàgina 269 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pàgina 37 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him...