The Works of John Webster: With Some Account of the Author, and NotesRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1859 - Počet stran: 383 |
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Strana 77 - Mongst quiet kindred that had nothing left By their dead parents : ' Stay,' quoth Reputation, ' Do not forsake me ; for it is 'my nature, If once I part from any man I meet, I am never found again.
Strana 88 - Most ambitiously. Princes' images on their tombs do not lie, as they were wont, seeming to pray up to heaven; but with their hands under their cheeks, as if they died of the toothache...
Strana 65 - Are forc'd to express our violent passions In riddles and in dreams, and leave the path Of simple virtue, which was never made To seem the thing it is not. Go, go brag You have left me heartless; mine is in your bosom: I hope 'twill multiply love there. You do tremble: Make not your heart so dead a piece of flesh, To fear more than to love me.
Strana 67 - Though we are eaten up of lice and worms, And though continually we bear about us A rotten and dead body, we delight To hide it in rich tissue...
Strana 86 - But hold some two days' conference with the dead ! From them I should learn somewhat, I am sure, I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad...
Strana 50 - My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, \ Is driven, I know not whither.
Strana 61 - Then the law to him Is like a foul black cobweb to a spider, — He makes it his dwelling and a prison To entangle those shall feed him.
Strana 98 - Ant. Echo, I will not talk with thee, For thou art a dead thing. Echo. Thou art a dead thing.
Strana 49 - I am too true a woman ! Conceit can never kill me. I'll tell thee what, I will not in my death shed one base tear ; Or if look pale, for want of blood, not fear.