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Academici adeo Æschylus aliis aliquando aliud animi animo apud arbitror atque autem causa certe comico comœdia constat cujus demum denique dramatici dramatis ejus enim eodem eorum erit Etenim etiam etsi exemplis exemplum fabula fere fuisse hac ex hæc hanc hisce homines hominum hujusmodi ideo igitur illa illam illis illud ingenii ingenium inquit inter ipsa ipsi ista istam istis istud Itaque loco locum magis maxime memet mihi minus modo natura neque nihil nimirum nisi nonnunquam nostrates nullo nunc omnes omni omnia omnibus omnium pene personas plerumque poeta poetæ poetarum poeticæ poetis porro potiffimum potius præ præcipue præter Præterea profecto prorsus quæ quædam quam quibus Quid quidem quin quis quod quod hoc rebus rerum sæpe satis scenis scilicet semper sibi sint solent solet solum sunt tamen tanquam tantum terrorem tium tragœdia vero verum etiam videtur vitæ vitia
Seite 235 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 226 - Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 247 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Seite 252 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent...
Seite 250 - I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Seite 250 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 298 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Seite 232 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?