The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Band 10
H. Baldwin, 1790
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Adonis againſt alſo authour baſe beauty becauſe beſt breaſt cauſe cloſe Coriolanus Cymbeline death deſire doſt doth Engliſh expreſſion eyes falſe firſt hart haſt hath heart Henry himſelf houſe Ibidem Juliet King kiſs laſt lord loſe Love's Lucrece Malo Malon E MAlon E. P. moſt muſt myſelf night obſerved old copy paſſage paſſion paſt pleaſe pleaſure poet praiſe preſent quarto Rape of Lucrece reaſon reſt Romeo Romeo and juliet Romeus roſes ſad ſaid ſame ſaw ſay ſea ſecond ſee ſeeke ſeems ſeen ſelfe ſenſe ſerve ſet Shakſpeare Shakſpeare's ſhall ſhalt ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould ſhow ſleep ſome ſon Sonnet ſoon ſorrow ſoul ſound ſpeak ſpring St E E ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtraight ſtrong ſubſequent ſuch ſun ſupport ſuppoſe ſure ſweet tears thee theſe theyr thine thoſe thought thouſand thyſelf Timon of Athens tranſlation unto uſed verſe whilſt whoſe word
Seite 284 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 299 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
Seite 310 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Seite 204 - ... even by the selfsame sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night And, all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Seite 249 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 267 - They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Seite 279 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 262 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Seite 271 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.