The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Pàgina 7
... some broken limb , fhall ac- quit him well . Your brother is but young and tender , and for your love I would be loth to foil him ; as L must for mine own honour , if he come in ; therefore out of my love to you , I came hither to ...
... some broken limb , fhall ac- quit him well . Your brother is but young and tender , and for your love I would be loth to foil him ; as L must for mine own honour , if he come in ; therefore out of my love to you , I came hither to ...
Pàgina 14
... some man elfe ! The world efteem'd thy Father honourable , But I did find him ftill mine enemy : Thou should't have better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadft thou defcended from another House . But fare thee well , thou art a gallant ...
... some man elfe ! The world efteem'd thy Father honourable , But I did find him ftill mine enemy : Thou should't have better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadft thou defcended from another House . But fare thee well , thou art a gallant ...
Pàgina 17
... some of it is for my father's Child . Oh , how full of briars is this working - day - world ! Cel . They are but burs , coufin , thrown upon thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the trodden . paths , our very petticoats will ...
... some of it is for my father's Child . Oh , how full of briars is this working - day - world ! Cel . They are but burs , coufin , thrown upon thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the trodden . paths , our very petticoats will ...
Pàgina 24
... some kind of men Their graces ferve them but as enemies ? No more do yours ; your virtues , gentle mafter , Are fanctified and holy traitors to you . Oh , what a world is this , when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it ! Orla ...
... some kind of men Their graces ferve them but as enemies ? No more do yours ; your virtues , gentle mafter , Are fanctified and holy traitors to you . Oh , what a world is this , when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it ! Orla ...
Pàgina 43
... Some , how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage ; That the ftretching of a span Buckles in his fum of age ; Some of violated vows , ' Twixt the fouls of friend and friend ; But upon the fairest boughs , Or at every fentence ...
... Some , how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage ; That the ftretching of a span Buckles in his fum of age ; Some of violated vows , ' Twixt the fouls of friend and friend ; But upon the fairest boughs , Or at every fentence ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Pàgina 304 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pàgina 32 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pàgina 25 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Pàgina 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Pàgina 21 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.