The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Band 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a fmoke rais'd with the fume of fighs , Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vext , a fea nourish'd with lovers ' tears ; What is it elfe ? a madness most ...
... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a fmoke rais'd with the fume of fighs , Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vext , a fea nourish'd with lovers ' tears ; What is it elfe ? a madness most ...
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... doth her beauty ferve , but as a note , Where I may read , who pass'd . that paffing fair ? : Farewel , thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben ... I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . [ Exeunt Enter Capulet , Paris , and ...
... doth her beauty ferve , but as a note , Where I may read , who pass'd . that paffing fair ? : Farewel , thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben ... I'll pay that doctrine , or else die in debt . [ Exeunt Enter Capulet , Paris , and ...
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... doth share the glory , That in gold clafps locks in the golden story . So , fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having him , making yourself no less . Nurfe . No lefs ? Nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak ...
... doth share the glory , That in gold clafps locks in the golden story . So , fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having him , making yourself no less . Nurfe . No lefs ? Nay , bigger ; women grow by men . La . Cap . Speak ...
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... doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle brows fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock and enter ; and no fooner in , But ev'ry man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me . Let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the fenfeless ...
... doth quote deformities ? Here are the beetle brows fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock and enter ; and no fooner in , But ev'ry man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me . Let wantons , light of heart , Tickle the fenfeless ...
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... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Athop's ear : Beauty too rich for ufe , for earth ...
... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O , fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Athop's ear : Beauty too rich for ufe , for earth ...
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Seite 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Seite 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Seite 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Seite 221 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Seite 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Seite 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Seite 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Seite 26 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.