Shakespeare, a Reprint of His Collected Works as Put Forth in 1623: HistoriesLionel Booth, 1863 - 910 pàgines |
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Pàgina 413 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Pàgina 407 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Pàgina 328 - The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is — spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. A jewel in a ten times barred up chest Is — a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Pàgina 401 - I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pàgina 346 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Pàgina 353 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Pàgina 348 - Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To check time broke in a disorder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.