The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham: The temple of death. Ode on love. Songs and versesJ. B. and sold, 1729 - 400 pàgines |
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The Works of John Sheffield: Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke ... John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham Visualització completa - 1729 |
The Works of John Sheffield: Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke ... John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham Visualització completa - 1729 |
The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke ... John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham Visualització completa - 1726 |
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Abſence againſt almoſt ANTONY becauſe beſt bleſt BRUTUS CÆSAR CASCA CASSIUS Cauſe Charms CITIZEN Courſe Curſe Death DECIUS BRUTUS Defire deſerve Deſign Deſpair deſpiſe diſmal DOLABELLA e'er elſe ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes faid falſe Fame Fate Faults fear felf firſt fome Friend Friendſhip fuch Gods Grief haſte Heart Heav'n Honour inſpires itſelf Joys JULIUS CÆSAR JUNIA juſt Juſtice juſtly languiſh laſt leaſt leſs loſe lov'd Love LUCILIUS Mankind Maſter Mind moſt Muſe muſt ne'er noble o'er Paſſion paſt pleaſe Pleaſure POMPEY PORTIA Pow'r Praiſe preſent publick raiſe Reaſon reft reſt Roman Rome ſacred ſay ſcarce SCENE ſee ſeem ſelf Senators Senſe ſet ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhine ſhould ſince ſoft ſome ſometimes Soul ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrong ſuch ſure thee themſelves theſe thing thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand TITINIUS TREBONIUS us'd uſe VARIUS Virtue whoſe wife wiſh World worſe wretched
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Pàgina 295 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pàgina 295 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Pàgina 231 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pàgina 231 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pàgina 229 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Pàgina 297 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Pàgina 91 - Rude force might fome unwilling kifles gain ; But that was all he ever could obtain. You on fuch terms would ne'er have let me go ; Were he like you, we had not parted fo.
Pàgina 229 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Pàgina 97 - Love secretly: the absence of my lord More freedom gives, but does not all afford: Long is his journey, long will be his stay; Call'd by affairs of consequence away.
Pàgina 297 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.