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 - Počet stran: 470 |
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... fair forehead of an innocent love , And fets a blifter there ; makes marriage vows As falfe as dicers ' oaths . Hamlet , A. 3 , S. 4 , Her actions fhall be holy , as , You hear , my fpell is lawful : do not fhun her , Until you fee her ...
... fair forehead of an innocent love , And fets a blifter there ; makes marriage vows As falfe as dicers ' oaths . Hamlet , A. 3 , S. 4 , Her actions fhall be holy , as , You hear , my fpell is lawful : do not fhun her , Until you fee her ...
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... fair , hath made you good : the goodness , that is cheap in beauty , makes beauty brief in goodnefs ; but grace , being the foul of your complexion , fhould keep the body of it ever fair . Meafure for Measure , A. 3 , S. 1 . Beauty is a ...
... fair , hath made you good : the goodness , that is cheap in beauty , makes beauty brief in goodnefs ; but grace , being the foul of your complexion , fhould keep the body of it ever fair . Meafure for Measure , A. 3 , S. 1 . Beauty is a ...
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... fair mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love : for , at your age , The hey - day in the blood is tame , ' tis humble , And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step ...
... fair mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love : for , at your age , The hey - day in the blood is tame , ' tis humble , And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step ...
Strana 39
... fair queen , Coriolanus , A. 5 , S. 3 . Two lads , that thought there was no more behind , But fuch a day to - morrow as to day , And to be boy eternal . Winter's Tale , A. 1 , S. 2 . That most ungrateful boy there , by your fide , From ...
... fair queen , Coriolanus , A. 5 , S. 3 . Two lads , that thought there was no more behind , But fuch a day to - morrow as to day , And to be boy eternal . Winter's Tale , A. 1 , S. 2 . That most ungrateful boy there , by your fide , From ...
Strana 68
... fair veftal , throned by the west , And loos'd his love - fhaft fmartly from his bow , As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts . Midfummer Night's Dream , A. 2 , S. 2 . Rouse yourself , and the weak wanton , Cupid , Shall from ...
... fair veftal , throned by the west , And loos'd his love - fhaft fmartly from his bow , As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts . Midfummer Night's Dream , A. 2 , S. 2 . Rouse yourself , and the weak wanton , Cupid , Shall from ...
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Strana 343 - 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...
Strana 12 - 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.
Strana 67 - 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...
Strana 162 - 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.
Strana 298 - 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?
Strana 14 - 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.
Strana 139 - 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.
Strana 61 - 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.
Strana 463 - 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.
Strana 94 - 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.