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Shakespeare Proverbs: Or, The Wise Saws of Our Wisest Poet Collected Into a ...
William Shakespeare,Mary Cowden Clarke
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1848
Shakespeare Proverbs; Or, The Wise Saws of Our Wisest Poet Collected Into a ...
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1908
Shakespeare Proverbs: Or the Wise Saws of Our Wisest Poet Collected Into a ...
Mary Cowden Clarke
Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018
action bear become better blood blows body born break breath brings cold comes course danger death deeds delay devil doth dull ends enemy evil eyes face fair fall false fault fear feel fire folly fool fortune foul give gods goes gold grief grow hand hangs hard hath heart heat heaven heavy hide hold hollow honest honour hope keep kind kings less light lives look man's master means men's mind Misery nature ne'er needs never Norton oath once ourselves past poor praise present Proverbs rich serve Shakespeare shew sleep Small sometimes soon sorrow soul speak sport strong sweet There's things thou thoughts tongue true truth turns vice virtue wear wisdom wise woman worst youth
Side 94 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Side 64 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Side 15 - Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Shy.
Side 74 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Side 101 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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.
Side 53 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Side 20 - It will have blood, they say ; blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.
Side 32 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
Side 16 - One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.