The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volum 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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Pàgina 20
... hold I off . Women are angels , wooing ; Things won are done ; the foul's joy lyes in doing : That She belov'd knows nought , that knows not this ; Men prize the thing ungain'd , more than it is . That She was never yet , that ever knew ...
... hold I off . Women are angels , wooing ; Things won are done ; the foul's joy lyes in doing : That She belov'd knows nought , that knows not this ; Men prize the thing ungain'd , more than it is . That She was never yet , that ever knew ...
Pàgina 23
... hold up high in brafs ; and fuch again , As venerable Neftor ( hatch'd in filver ) [ To Neft . Should with a bond of air , ftrong as the axle - tree On which heav'n rides , knit all the Grecians ears To his experienc'd tongue : yet let ...
... hold up high in brafs ; and fuch again , As venerable Neftor ( hatch'd in filver ) [ To Neft . Should with a bond of air , ftrong as the axle - tree On which heav'n rides , knit all the Grecians ears To his experienc'd tongue : yet let ...
Pàgina 29
... holds his honour higher than his ease , That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril , That knows his valour and knows not his fear , That loves his mistress more than in confeffion , ( With truant vows to her own lips , he loves ...
... holds his honour higher than his ease , That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril , That knows his valour and knows not his fear , That loves his mistress more than in confeffion , ( With truant vows to her own lips , he loves ...
Pàgina 35
... hold you . Ther . As will ftop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil , Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietnefs , but the fool will not he there , that he , look you there . Ajax . O thou damn'd ...
... hold you . Ther . As will ftop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil , Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietnefs , but the fool will not he there , that he , look you there . Ajax . O thou damn'd ...
Pàgina 36
... hold my peace , when Achilles ' brach bids me , fhall I ? Achil . There's for you , Patroclus . Ther . I will fee you hang'd like clotpoles , ere I come any more to your Tents . I will keep where there is wit ftirring , and leave the ...
... hold my peace , when Achilles ' brach bids me , fhall I ? Achil . There's for you , Patroclus . Ther . I will fee you hang'd like clotpoles , ere I come any more to your Tents . I will keep where there is wit ftirring , and leave the ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Pàgina 251 - 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...
Pàgina 292 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pàgina 327 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Pàgina 443 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Pàgina 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Pàgina 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Pàgina 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.