The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Band 3 |
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The time was once , when thou , unurg'd , wouldst vow , That never words were
musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch
well welcome to thy hand , 7 hat never meat sweet - favour'd in thy taste , Unless I
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The time was once , when thou , unurg'd , wouldst vow , That never words were
musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch
well welcome to thy hand , 7 hat never meat sweet - favour'd in thy taste , Unless I
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I will not be sworn , but love may transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath
on it , ' till he have made an oyster of me , he shall never make me such a fool :
one woman is fair , yet I am well , another is wise , yet I am well ; another virtuous
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I will not be sworn , but love may transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath
on it , ' till he have made an oyster of me , he shall never make me such a fool :
one woman is fair , yet I am well , another is wise , yet I am well ; another virtuous
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8 When thou canst get the ring upon my finger , which never shall come off ; and
few me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me bufband : but
in such a Then I write a Never . This is a dreadful sentence . Count . Brought you
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8 When thou canst get the ring upon my finger , which never shall come off ; and
few me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me bufband : but
in such a Then I write a Never . This is a dreadful sentence . Count . Brought you
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She call'd the Saints to surety , That she would never put it from her finger ,
Unless she gave it to yourself in bed , ( Where you have never come ) or sent it us
Noble she was , and metals , and the matter by which thought gold is multiplied ,
by ...
She call'd the Saints to surety , That she would never put it from her finger ,
Unless she gave it to yourself in bed , ( Where you have never come ) or sent it us
Noble she was , and metals , and the matter by which thought gold is multiplied ,
by ...
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These eyes , that never did , nor never shall , So much as frown on you . Hub . I'
ve sworn to do it ; And with hot irons must I burn them out . Arth . Ah , none , but in
this iron age , would do it . The iron of itself , tho ' heat red - hot , Approaching ...
These eyes , that never did , nor never shall , So much as frown on you . Hub . I'
ve sworn to do it ; And with hot irons must I burn them out . Arth . Ah , none , but in
this iron age , would do it . The iron of itself , tho ' heat red - hot , Approaching ...
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Seite 460 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 503 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 365 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 95 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.