The beauties of Shakespear: regularly selected from each play, with explanatory notes and similar passages from ancient and modern authors by W. Dodd, Volum 2 |
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Side 5
Thy fpirit within thee hath been so at war , And thus hath fo beftirr'd thee in thy fleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late disturbed ftream : And in thy face ftrange motions have appear'd , Such as ...
Thy fpirit within thee hath been so at war , And thus hath fo beftirr'd thee in thy fleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late disturbed ftream : And in thy face ftrange motions have appear'd , Such as ...
Side 10
So when he had occafion to be seen , He was but , as the cuckow is in June , Heard , not regarded : feen , but with fuch eyes , As , fick and blunted with community , Afford no extraordinary gaze ; Such as is bent on fun - like majefty ...
So when he had occafion to be seen , He was but , as the cuckow is in June , Heard , not regarded : feen , but with fuch eyes , As , fick and blunted with community , Afford no extraordinary gaze ; Such as is bent on fun - like majefty ...
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Ovid fays , Nulli fincera Voluptas , Sollicitique aliquid lætis intervenit . Met . 1. 7 . No mortal bleffings ever come fincere , Pleasure may lead , but grief brings up the rear . And She either gives a ftomach and no food , Such The ...
Ovid fays , Nulli fincera Voluptas , Sollicitique aliquid lætis intervenit . Met . 1. 7 . No mortal bleffings ever come fincere , Pleasure may lead , but grief brings up the rear . And She either gives a ftomach and no food , Such The ...
Side 20
She either gives a ftomach and no food , Such are the poor , in health ; or else a feast , And takes away the ftomach : fuch the rich That have abundance and enjoy it not . SCENE X. Reflections on a Crow .
She either gives a ftomach and no food , Such are the poor , in health ; or else a feast , And takes away the ftomach : fuch the rich That have abundance and enjoy it not . SCENE X. Reflections on a Crow .
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Such , and fo finely boulted didft thou feem . And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot :* 0 , & c . ] See the laft paffage in king John . ( 6 ) Not , & c . i . e . not trufting to either , eye or ear only , but ufing both on every ...
Such , and fo finely boulted didft thou feem . And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot :* 0 , & c . ] See the laft paffage in king John . ( 6 ) Not , & c . i . e . not trufting to either , eye or ear only , but ufing both on every ...
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Side 101 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Side 101 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Side 142 - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Side 239 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Side 102 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 122 - Alas! sir, are you here? things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves. Since I was man such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard; man's nature cannot carry the affliction nor the fear.
Side 52 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Side 93 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar.
Side 110 - 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.
Side 116 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...