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Strana 18
... youth ; and he that hath no beard is less than a man : and he that is more than a youth is not for me ; and he that is less than a man I am not for him . Therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bearward , and lead his apes ...
... youth ; and he that hath no beard is less than a man : and he that is more than a youth is not for me ; and he that is less than a man I am not for him . Therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bearward , and lead his apes ...
Strana 38
... youth that he cannot endure in his age : shall quips , and sentences , and these paper bullets of the brain , awe a man from the career of his humour ? No : the world must be peopled . When I said I would die a bachelor , I did not ...
... youth that he cannot endure in his age : shall quips , and sentences , and these paper bullets of the brain , awe a man from the career of his humour ? No : the world must be peopled . When I said I would die a bachelor , I did not ...
Strana 44
... . That's as much as to say , The sweet youth's in love . D. Pedro . The greatest note of it is his melan- choly . Claud . And when was he wont to wash his face ? D. Pedro . Yea , or to paint himself ? 44 ACT III . MUCH ADO.
... . That's as much as to say , The sweet youth's in love . D. Pedro . The greatest note of it is his melan- choly . Claud . And when was he wont to wash his face ? D. Pedro . Yea , or to paint himself ? 44 ACT III . MUCH ADO.
Strana 59
... to knit my soul to an approved wanton . Leon . Dear my lord , if you , in your own proof Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth , And made defeat of her virginity , - Claud . I know what you would say ; if SC . I. 59 ABOUT NOTHING .
... to knit my soul to an approved wanton . Leon . Dear my lord , if you , in your own proof Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth , And made defeat of her virginity , - Claud . I know what you would say ; if SC . I. 59 ABOUT NOTHING .
Strana 75
... youth , and bloom of lustihood . Claud . Away , I will not have to do with you . Leon . Canst thou so daff me ? Thou hast kill'd my child ; If thou kill'st me , boy , thou shalt kill a man . Ant . He shall kill two of us , and men in ...
... youth , and bloom of lustihood . Claud . Away , I will not have to do with you . Leon . Canst thou so daff me ? Thou hast kill'd my child ; If thou kill'st me , boy , thou shalt kill a man . Ant . He shall kill two of us , and men in ...
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Strana 42 - 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...
Strana 43 - 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 saved, 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 eyes,...
Strana 260 - Say there be ; 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.
Strana 25 - 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 118 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Strana 103 - 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 43 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Strana 30 - All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Strana 244 - Until his ink were temper d with Love's sighs. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. 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 284 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, 920 Unpleasing to a married ear!