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William Shakespeare. Ner . They would be better , if well followed . Por . If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do , chapels had been churches , and poor men's cottages princes ' palaces . It is a good divine that follows his ...
William Shakespeare. Ner . They would be better , if well followed . Por . If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do , chapels had been churches , and poor men's cottages princes ' palaces . It is a good divine that follows his ...
Strana 142
... is blind , -- for until a late period my eyes were never rouched so as to see this objection . The truth , however , is , that love is wilfully blind ; and now that my eyes are opened , I shut them against the fault . Away with your best - ...
... is blind , -- for until a late period my eyes were never rouched so as to see this objection . The truth , however , is , that love is wilfully blind ; and now that my eyes are opened , I shut them against the fault . Away with your best - ...
Strana 143
William Shakespeare. them against the fault . Away with your best - proved ... if you delight us in fiction , you may make our sense of probability slum ... were in the main observed , the fictionist could not lull our vigilance as to ...
William Shakespeare. them against the fault . Away with your best - proved ... if you delight us in fiction , you may make our sense of probability slum ... were in the main observed , the fictionist could not lull our vigilance as to ...
Strana 384
William Shakespeare. Laf . He's a good drum , my lord , but a naughty orator . Dia . Do you know he promis'd me marriage ? Par . ' Faith , I know more than I'll speak . - King . But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st ? Par . Yes , so ...
William Shakespeare. Laf . He's a good drum , my lord , but a naughty orator . Dia . Do you know he promis'd me marriage ? Par . ' Faith , I know more than I'll speak . - King . But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st ? Par . Yes , so ...
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Strana 103 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 72 - Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Strana 221 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe. Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air. Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. — I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,...
Strana 222 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Strana 23 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Strana 47 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.
Strana 170 - That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Strana 190 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans...
Strana 169 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 184 - twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs ft tale.