Stratford-on-Avon: From the Earliest Times to the Death of ShakespeareSeeley and Company, limited, 1890 - 304 pàgines |
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Stratford-on-Avon: From the Earliest Times to the Death of Shakespeare Sir Sidney Lee Visualització completa - 1902 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 203 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Pàgina 292 - Judicio Pylium, genio Socratem, arte Maronem, Terra tegit, populus maeret, Olympus habet. Stay passenger, why goest thou by so fast? Read, if thou canst, whom envious death hath plast Within this monument; Shakespeare with whome Quick nature dide; whose name doth deck ys tombe Far more than cost; sith all yt he hath writt Leaves living art but page to serve his witt. Obiit ano. doi 1616 ^Etatis 53 Die 23 Ap.
Pàgina 275 - Ten in the hundred lies here engraved, 'Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not saved ! If any man ask, ' Who lies in this tomb ?' ' Oh, oh !' quoth the devil, ' 'tis my John a Combe !' But the sharpness of the satire is said to have stung the man so severely, that he never forgave it.
Pàgina 204 - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.
Pàgina 134 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners ; so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Pàgina 295 - Witty above her sexe, but that's not all, Wise to salvation was good Mistris Hall. Something of Shakespeare was in that, but this Wholy of him with whom she's now in blisse.
Pàgina 228 - He was much given to all unluckiness, in stealing venison and rabbits ; particularly from Sir Lucy, who had him oft whipped, and sometimes imprisoned, and at last made him fly his native country, to his great advancement. But his revenge was so great, that he is his Justice Clodpate, and calls him a great man, and that, in allusion to his name, bore three louses rampant for his arms.
Pàgina 210 - The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait...
Pàgina 160 - Alack, alack! is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad: O!
Pàgina 182 - That from top to toe the skin is away;' and a story is repeated of how a scholar was tormented to death by ' his bloody master.' Other accounts show that the playwright has not gone far beyond the fact.