A Concordance to Shakespeare: Suited to All the Editions, in which the Distinguished and Parallel Passages in the Plays of that Justly Admired Writer are Methodically Arranged. To which are Added, Three Hundred Notes and Illustrations, Entirely NewG.G.J. and J. Robinson, 1787 - 470 ページ |
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... cheeks ! ANGLING . Lear , A. 2 , S. 4 . The pleasant'ft angling is to fee the fish Cut with her golden oars the filver stream , And greedily devour the treacherous bait . Much ado about nothing , A. 3 , S. 1 . ANSWER . The answer is as ...
... cheeks ! ANGLING . Lear , A. 2 , S. 4 . The pleasant'ft angling is to fee the fish Cut with her golden oars the filver stream , And greedily devour the treacherous bait . Much ado about nothing , A. 3 , S. 1 . ANSWER . The answer is as ...
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... cheeks are paper . - Why , what read you there , That hath fo cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance ? Henry V. A. 2 , S. 2 . He , to day that sheds his blood with me , Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er fo vile , This day ...
... cheeks are paper . - Why , what read you there , That hath fo cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance ? Henry V. A. 2 , S. 2 . He , to day that sheds his blood with me , Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er fo vile , This day ...
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... cheeks withal . Henry VI . P. 3 , A. 1 , S. 4 . My mother bows As if Olympus to a mole - hill should In fupplication nod : and my young boy Hath an afpect of interceffion , which Great nature cries , Deny not . Coriolanus , A. 5 , S. 3 ...
... cheeks withal . Henry VI . P. 3 , A. 1 , S. 4 . My mother bows As if Olympus to a mole - hill should In fupplication nod : and my young boy Hath an afpect of interceffion , which Great nature cries , Deny not . Coriolanus , A. 5 , S. 3 ...
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... cheeks which they did cool , And what they undid , did . Antony and Cleopatra , A. 2 , S. 2 . This Signior Junio's giant - dwarf , Dan Cupid ; Regent of love rhimes , lord of folded arms , The anointed fovereign of fighs and groans ...
... cheeks which they did cool , And what they undid , did . Antony and Cleopatra , A. 2 , S. 2 . This Signior Junio's giant - dwarf , Dan Cupid ; Regent of love rhimes , lord of folded arms , The anointed fovereign of fighs and groans ...
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... cheeks , and war - worn coats , Prefenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghofts . Henry V. A. 4 , Chorus . Danger knows full well , That Cæfar is more dangerous than he . We are two lions , litter'd in one day , And I the ...
... cheeks , and war - worn coats , Prefenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghofts . Henry V. A. 4 , Chorus . Danger knows full well , That Cæfar is more dangerous than he . We are two lions , litter'd in one day , And I the ...
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343 ページ - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
12 ページ - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
67 ページ - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
162 ページ - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
298 ページ - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
14 ページ - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
139 ページ - 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.
61 ページ - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
463 ページ - His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent ; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
94 ページ - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.