The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 5H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the dutchies of Anjou and Maine fball be releafed and delivered to ...
... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the dutchies of Anjou and Maine fball be releafed and delivered to ...
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... some damfons , And made me climb , with danger of my life . Glo . A fubtle knave ! but yet it shall not ferve ( 7 ) who faid , Simon , come ; Come offer at my forine , and I will help thee . ] The editions here are all at odds with the ...
... some damfons , And made me climb , with danger of my life . Glo . A fubtle knave ! but yet it shall not ferve ( 7 ) who faid , Simon , come ; Come offer at my forine , and I will help thee . ] The editions here are all at odds with the ...
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... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thoufand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thoufand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
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... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whofe fruit thou art And never of the Nevil's noble race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his fee ...
... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whofe fruit thou art And never of the Nevil's noble race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his fee ...
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... Some fay , the bee ftings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but feal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Weav . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
... Some fay , the bee ftings ; but I fay , ' tis bee's wax ; for I did but feal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Weav . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
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Page 365 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Page 131 - 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.
Page 215 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 215 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 131 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 131 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Page 365 - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 333 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 192 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 214 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.