Shakspeare on temperance: with brief annotations selected by F. Sherlock |
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... hand , say , " That up - spring was the name of a Northern national dance , is testified by two lines from Chapman's Alphonsus Emperor of Germany : - " We Germans have no changes in our dances ; An almain and an up - spring , that is ...
... hand , say , " That up - spring was the name of a Northern national dance , is testified by two lines from Chapman's Alphonsus Emperor of Germany : - " We Germans have no changes in our dances ; An almain and an up - spring , that is ...
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... this is my ancient ; -this is my right hand , and this is my left : -I am not drunk now ; I can stand well enough , and I speak well enough . " All . " Excellent well . " Cassio . " Why , very well , then . 26 Shakspeare on Temperance :
... this is my ancient ; -this is my right hand , and this is my left : -I am not drunk now ; I can stand well enough , and I speak well enough . " All . " Excellent well . " Cassio . " Why , very well , then . 26 Shakspeare on Temperance :
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... hand would prosper all the better in proportion to the frequency and enthusiasm of the toasting , and the quantity of liquor consumed in the process , there would be some excuse for indulging in the practice , whatever might be thought ...
... hand would prosper all the better in proportion to the frequency and enthusiasm of the toasting , and the quantity of liquor consumed in the process , there would be some excuse for indulging in the practice , whatever might be thought ...
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... Hand out your shot , or Down with your shot - your reckoning or quota , your money ( Saxon , sceat ; Danish , schot ) . " And the same authority quotes from Ben Jonson the line , — 66 " As the fund of our pleasure , let us pay each his ...
... Hand out your shot , or Down with your shot - your reckoning or quota , your money ( Saxon , sceat ; Danish , schot ) . " And the same authority quotes from Ben Jonson the line , — 66 " As the fund of our pleasure , let us pay each his ...
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... hand in hand . THE SONG . " Come , thou monarch of the vine , Plumpy Bacchus , with pink eyne ! In thy fats our cares be drown'd ; With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd : Cup us , till the world go round ; Cup us , till the world go ...
... hand in hand . THE SONG . " Come , thou monarch of the vine , Plumpy Bacchus , with pink eyne ! In thy fats our cares be drown'd ; With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd : Cup us , till the world go round ; Cup us , till the world go ...
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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.