The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, Explanatory Foot-notes, Critical Notes, and a Glossarial Index, Svazky 1–2Ginn & Heath, 1880 |
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... hath placed Within this monument ; Shakespeare , with whom Quick nature died ; whose name doth deck this tomb Far more than cost ; sith all that he hath writ Leaves living Art but page to serve his wit . Obiit Anno Domini 1616 , Ætatis ...
... hath placed Within this monument ; Shakespeare , with whom Quick nature died ; whose name doth deck this tomb Far more than cost ; sith all that he hath writ Leaves living Art but page to serve his wit . Obiit Anno Domini 1616 , Ætatis ...
Strana 59
... hath hit His face , the print would then surpass All that was ever writ in brass : But , since he cannot , reader , look Not on his picture , but his book . SHAKESPEARE'S WILL , IN THE PREROGATIVE OFFICE , LONDON . LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE . 59.
... hath hit His face , the print would then surpass All that was ever writ in brass : But , since he cannot , reader , look Not on his picture , but his book . SHAKESPEARE'S WILL , IN THE PREROGATIVE OFFICE , LONDON . LIFE OF SHAKESPEARE . 59.
Strana 65
... hath been the height of our care , who are the presenters , to make the present worthy of your Honours by the perfection . But there we must also crave our abilities to be considered , my lords . We cannot go beyond our powers . Country ...
... hath been the height of our care , who are the presenters , to make the present worthy of your Honours by the perfection . But there we must also crave our abilities to be considered , my lords . We cannot go beyond our powers . Country ...
Strana 67
... hath left us . To draw no envy , Shakespeare , on thy name , Am I thus ample to thy book and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much : ' Tis true , and all men's suffrage : but these ...
... hath left us . To draw no envy , Shakespeare , on thy name , Am I thus ample to thy book and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much : ' Tis true , and all men's suffrage : but these ...
Strana 69
... hath mourn'd like night , And despairs day , but for thy volume's light . * BEN JONSON . * Upon these superb lines Dyce makes the following just comment : " That a sincere friendship existed between Shakespeare and Jonson will never ...
... hath mourn'd like night , And despairs day , but for thy volume's light . * BEN JONSON . * Upon these superb lines Dyce makes the following just comment : " That a sincere friendship existed between Shakespeare and Jonson will never ...
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Strana 110 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings he: 'Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo'— O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Strana 111 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 69 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Strana 48 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life!
Strana 37 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Strana 219 - Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? Oh no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture and mean array.
Strana 31 - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James...
Strana 109 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Strana 69 - The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat 60 Upon the Muses...
Strana 72 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie...