Shakspeare on temperance: with brief annotations selected by F. Sherlock |
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... doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse , Keeps wassail , and the swaggering up - spring reels ; And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettle - drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . " Horatio ...
... doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse , Keeps wassail , and the swaggering up - spring reels ; And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettle - drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . " Horatio ...
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... Doth all the noble substance often dout , To his own scandal . " " The swaggering up - spring reels , " is read by Mr. Halliwell , as " the blustering up - start is in- toxicated . " Mr. and Mrs. Cowden Clarke , on With Brief ...
... Doth all the noble substance often dout , To his own scandal . " " The swaggering up - spring reels , " is read by Mr. Halliwell , as " the blustering up - start is in- toxicated . " Mr. and Mrs. Cowden Clarke , on With Brief ...
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... ill quality destroys the lustre of many good ones . " The dram of ill Doth all the noble substance often dout ( i.e. , extin- guish ) , To his own scandal . " THE AIM OF CHAPTER II . POETRY . - OTHELLO With Brief Annotations . 19.
... ill quality destroys the lustre of many good ones . " The dram of ill Doth all the noble substance often dout ( i.e. , extin- guish ) , To his own scandal . " THE AIM OF CHAPTER II . POETRY . - OTHELLO With Brief Annotations . 19.
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... doth turn himself to a drawer . And because he would have their first meeting to be merry , He strikes Hero in love to him with a pint of sherry ; Which he tells her from amorous Leander is sent her , Who after him into the room of Hero ...
... doth turn himself to a drawer . And because he would have their first meeting to be merry , He strikes Hero in love to him with a pint of sherry ; Which he tells her from amorous Leander is sent her , Who after him into the room of Hero ...
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... doth he breathe ? " 2 Hunt . " He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . " Lord . " O monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies ! Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine ...
... doth he breathe ? " 2 Hunt . " He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . " Lord . " O monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies ! Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine ...
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AGNES GIBERNE alcohol alehouse Anon Antony Apemantus Author Bacchus Bardolph beer Ben Jonson Bible blood Boar's Head bottle bush Cæsar Caliban carouse Cassio CHARLES BULLOCK Charles Knight Christian Church cloth gilt Coriolanus Cowden Clarke cup of sack custom doth draught drinking vessels drunk drunkard drunken Duke Eastcheap England fair lady Falstaff feast fellow fool FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL froth give Halliwell hast hath HOME WORDS Office honour hostess Hymns Iago Illustrations Intemperance King Henry Lady Launce limbeck liquor London look lord Macbeth malmsey Master merry Metheglin monster never Paternoster Buildings phrase Pistol play pledge Poins poison'd Pompey Portrait Prince Queen revel rich cloth RICHARD WILTON ROBERT RAIKES says Scene Sebastian Second Thousand Shakspeare Shakspeare's sherris sing Sir John Sir Toby speak spirit Stephano swear sweet tavern tell Temperance thee There's thou art Timon Trinculo wassail wine
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Seite 27 - I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk ! and speak parrot ! and squabble, swagger, swear, and discourse fustian with one's own shadow ! O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Seite 193 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Seite 28 - O God! that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains; that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.
Seite 35 - The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.
Seite 195 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects
Seite 49 - Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art...
Seite 15 - But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
Seite 181 - ... which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes ; which, delivered o'er to the voice (the tongue), which is the birth, become excellent wit.
Seite 49 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Seite 10 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.