The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of the origin of Shakspeare's fables, to which is added a glossary, Volum 18 |
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Pàgina 87
William Shakespeare. Well , well , dear Collatine , thou shalt not know The stained tafte of violated troth ; I will not wrong thy true affection fo , To flatter thee with an infringed oath ; This ... dear Collatine, thou shalt not ...
William Shakespeare. Well , well , dear Collatine , thou shalt not know The stained tafte of violated troth ; I will not wrong thy true affection fo , To flatter thee with an infringed oath ; This ... dear Collatine, thou shalt not ...
Pàgina 91
... Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost , What legacy fhall I bequeath to thee ? My refolution , Love , shall be thy boast , By whofe example thou reveng'd may'st be . How Tarquin must be us'd , read it in me : Myself , thy friend ...
... Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost , What legacy fhall I bequeath to thee ? My refolution , Love , shall be thy boast , By whofe example thou reveng'd may'st be . How Tarquin must be us'd , read it in me : Myself , thy friend ...
Pàgina 95
... dear ; Bid him with speed prepare to carry it : The cause craves hafte , and it will foon be writ . Her maid is gone , and the prepares to write , First hovering o'er the paper with her quill : Conceit and grief an eager combat fight ...
... dear ; Bid him with speed prepare to carry it : The cause craves hafte , and it will foon be writ . Her maid is gone , and the prepares to write , First hovering o'er the paper with her quill : Conceit and grief an eager combat fight ...
Pàgina 106
... dear dear , this moody heaviness , And tell thy grief , that we may give redress . Three times with fighs fhe gives her forrows fire , Ere once the can discharge one word of woe : At length addrefs'd to answer his defire , She modeftly ...
... dear dear , this moody heaviness , And tell thy grief , that we may give redress . Three times with fighs fhe gives her forrows fire , Ere once the can discharge one word of woe : At length addrefs'd to answer his defire , She modeftly ...
Pàgina 107
William Shakespeare. Then be this all the task it hath to say : - Dear husband , in the interest of thy bed A ftranger came , and on that pillow lay Where thou waft wont to reft thy weary head ; And what wrong elfe may be imagined By ...
William Shakespeare. Then be this all the task it hath to say : - Dear husband , in the interest of thy bed A ftranger came , and on that pillow lay Where thou waft wont to reft thy weary head ; And what wrong elfe may be imagined By ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 206 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Pàgina 178 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : 0, no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pàgina 176 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Pàgina 136 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Pàgina 184 - In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And Beauty...
Pàgina 168 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Pàgina 151 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Pàgina 164 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Pàgina 169 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute ; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Pàgina 166 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...