Complete Works: With Life, Compendium and Concordance, 第 7 巻Gebbie publishing Company, limited, 1896 |
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With Life, Compendium and Concordance William Shakespeare. If thou wilt deign this favor , for thy meed , A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know . Here come and sit , where never serpent hisses , And , being set , I'll smother thee ...
With Life, Compendium and Concordance William Shakespeare. If thou wilt deign this favor , for thy meed , A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know . Here come and sit , where never serpent hisses , And , being set , I'll smother thee ...
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... thou in the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eyeballs ; there thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , since eyes in eyes ? ' Art thou ashamed to kiss ? then wink again , And I will wink ; so shall the day seem night : Love ...
... thou in the ground ? hold up thy head : Look in mine eyeballs ; there thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , since eyes in eyes ? ' Art thou ashamed to kiss ? then wink again , And I will wink ; so shall the day seem night : Love ...
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... thou well be tasted : Make use of time ; let not advantage slip : Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair ... thou pause , for then I were not for thee ; But having no defects , why dost abhor me ? ' Thou canst not see one ...
... thou well be tasted : Make use of time ; let not advantage slip : Beauty within itself should not be wasted : Fair ... thou pause , for then I were not for thee ; But having no defects , why dost abhor me ? ' Thou canst not see one ...
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... Thou wast begot ; -to get it is thy duty . ' Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed , Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ? By law of nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live when thou thyself art dead ; And ...
... Thou wast begot ; -to get it is thy duty . ' Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed , Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ? By law of nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live when thou thyself art dead ; And ...
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... thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel ? Nay , more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth : Art thou a woman s son , and canst not feel What ' tis to love ? how want of love tormenteth ? O , had thy mother borne so hard a mind , She ...
... thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel ? Nay , more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth : Art thou a woman s son , and canst not feel What ' tis to love ? how want of love tormenteth ? O , had thy mother borne so hard a mind , She ...
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245 ページ - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
283 ページ - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
228 ページ - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
315 ページ - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
316 ページ - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
235 ページ - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
247 ページ - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
163 ページ - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving.
146 ページ - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
314 ページ - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.