Shakespeare illustrated by old authors, الجزء 1 |
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affection Armado Arte of English better Biron blade Canto caterpillars Chap constable death Demosthenes Disabler doth Echo sound English Poesie Epitheton Epizeuxis eyes Faerie Queene favour fellow of thy figure of store fill his verse fool foul give hath Henry Henry IV Henry VI Holofernes honour husband at home iteration Justices king Latines Lear litle live lord love of soul Love's Labour's Lost Maryne meetre Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream mistress moppes Moth never night oath Philino Polemon Puttenham says Richard Richard II Rosalind Saint Nicholas sence servant shew sort of repetition speak speech SPENSER swear sweet sword tall fellow tender juvenal thee thing think that Shakespeare Thisby thou wilt thy hands tough senior TRANLACER Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night unto verse with words warre weemen Winter's Tale γὰρ δὲ καὶ μὲν τὸν τῶν
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الصفحة 61 - Tis not due yet ; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound 1 no.
الصفحة 36 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
الصفحة 25 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend : If you pardon, we will mend.
الصفحة 63 - Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Our sins, lay on the king !—we must bear all. 0 hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, Subject to the breath of every fool, Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing ! What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, That private men enjoy!
الصفحة 20 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 34 - 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...
الصفحة 62 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
الصفحة 9 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
الصفحة 8 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done.
الصفحة 31 - It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will.