 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 952 pągines
...power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light Holing. 0, who can hold a fire in his hand, KLT, NTM, BAKUOLPH, and Boy. Quick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines. Pal. fantastic summer's heat t O, no, the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater feeling to the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 590 pągines
...appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? O, no! the apprehension of the good,...more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. The flowers, fair ladies ; and thy steps, no more Than a delightful measure, or a dance ; For gnarling... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 576 pągines
...power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Soling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry...? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? O, no ! the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater feeling to the... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pągines
...the secrets of the grave This viperous Slander enters. 79. Oh, who 1','in hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry...? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? Oh, no ! the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater feeling to the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 544 pągines
...imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? 0, no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater...but lanceth not the sore. GAUNT. Come, come, my son, I '11 bring thee on thy way : Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. BOLING. Then, England's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 546 pągines
...imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? 0, no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater...but lanceth not the sore. GAUNT. Come, come, my son, 1 11 bring thee on thy way : Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. BOLING. Then, England's ground,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 462 pągines
...appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat O, no ! the apprehension of the good,...more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. /.' II. i. 3. Dangerous conceits, are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 472 pągines
...imagination or a feast? Or wallow naked in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? On, no ! the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater...more Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. 30*5. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. 307. The better... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 548 pągines
...imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? 0, no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater...more, Than when it bites but lanceth not the sore. GADNT. Come, come, my son, I '11 bring thee on thy way : Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 468 pągines
...tedious as to work. Or wallow naked in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? On, no! the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater...rankle more Than when it bites, but lanceth not the gore. 308. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath! He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath,... | |
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O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? 
