The Works of William Shakespeare: The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night: or, What you will. The winter's taleMacmillan, 1891 |
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... Master of the College from 1733 to 1770. It contains marginal emendations , some from Theobald and Warburton , marked ' T. ' and ' W. ' respectively ; some to which the initial ' L. ' is affixed , and some without any initial letter at ...
... Master of the College from 1733 to 1770. It contains marginal emendations , some from Theobald and Warburton , marked ' T. ' and ' W. ' respectively ; some to which the initial ' L. ' is affixed , and some without any initial letter at ...
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... master mine , I am in all affected as yourself ; Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy . Only , good master , while we do admire This virtue and this moral discipline , Let's be no stoics nor no ...
... master mine , I am in all affected as yourself ; Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy . Only , good master , while we do admire This virtue and this moral discipline , Let's be no stoics nor no ...
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... Master , some show to welcome us to town . Enter BAPTISTA , KATHARINA , BIANCA , GREMIO , and HORTENSIO . LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by . Bap . Gentlemen , importune me no farther , For how I firmly am resolved you know ; That is , not ...
... Master , some show to welcome us to town . Enter BAPTISTA , KATHARINA , BIANCA , GREMIO , and HORTENSIO . LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by . Bap . Gentlemen , importune me no farther , For how I firmly am resolved you know ; That is , not ...
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... master ! here's some good pastime toward : That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward . Luc . But in the other's silence do I see Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety . Peace , Tranio Tra . Well said , master ; mum ! and gaze your fill ...
... master ! here's some good pastime toward : That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward . Luc . But in the other's silence do I see Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety . Peace , Tranio Tra . Well said , master ; mum ! and gaze your fill ...
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... Master , it is no time to chide you now ; Affection is not rated from the heart : If love have touch'd you , nought remains but so , ' Redime te captum quam queas minimo . ' Luc . Gramercies , lad , go forward ; this contents : The rest ...
... Master , it is no time to chide you now ; Affection is not rated from the heart : If love have touch'd you , nought remains but so , ' Redime te captum quam queas minimo . ' Luc . Gramercies , lad , go forward ; this contents : The rest ...
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307 ページ - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
455 ページ - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
454 ページ - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
438 ページ - I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest ; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting — Hark you now ! Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this weather?
305 ページ - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress' let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me. O. where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
267 ページ - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
221 ページ - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
138 ページ - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
445 ページ - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...