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 73
... weeping purify , Her tears should drop on them perpetually . But she hath loft a dearer thing than life , And he hath won what he would lofe again . This forced league doth force a further ftrife , This momentary joy breeds months of ...
... weeping purify , Her tears should drop on them perpetually . But she hath loft a dearer thing than life , And he hath won what he would lofe again . This forced league doth force a further ftrife , This momentary joy breeds months of ...
Pàgina 76
... weeping will unfold , And grave , like water that doth eat in fteel , Upon my cheeks what helpless shame I feel . Here she exclaims against repose and rest , And bids her eyes hereafter still be blind . She wakes her heart by beating on ...
... weeping will unfold , And grave , like water that doth eat in fteel , Upon my cheeks what helpless shame I feel . Here she exclaims against repose and rest , And bids her eyes hereafter still be blind . She wakes her heart by beating on ...
Pàgina 81
... weeps ; Advice is fporting while infection breeds ; Thou grant'ft no time for charitable deeds : Wrath , envy , treafon , rape , and murder's rages , Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages . When Truth and Virtue have to do with ...
... weeps ; Advice is fporting while infection breeds ; Thou grant'ft no time for charitable deeds : Wrath , envy , treafon , rape , and murder's rages , Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages . When Truth and Virtue have to do with ...
Pàgina 88
... weeping ; To whom she fobbing speaks : O eye of eyes , Why pry'st thou through my window ? leave thy peeping ; Mock with thy tickling beams eyes that are fleeping : Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light , For day hath nought to ...
... weeping ; To whom she fobbing speaks : O eye of eyes , Why pry'st thou through my window ? leave thy peeping ; Mock with thy tickling beams eyes that are fleeping : Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light , For day hath nought to ...
Pàgina 89
... weeps at thy languishment , So I at each fad ftrain will strain a tear , And with deep groans the diapafon bear : For burthen - wife I'll hum on Tarquin still , While thou on Tereus defcant'ft , better skill . And whiles against a thorn ...
... weeps at thy languishment , So I at each fad ftrain will strain a tear , And with deep groans the diapafon bear : For burthen - wife I'll hum on Tarquin still , While thou on Tereus defcant'ft , better skill . And whiles against a thorn ...
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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...