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الصفحة 60 - 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.
الصفحة 60 - Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
الصفحة 61 - 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.
الصفحة 151 - ... good lord." Glo. Sirrah , leave us to ourselves : we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf; So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece , And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. — What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
الصفحة 138 - I that ? my mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
الصفحة 59 - Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea Forced by the tide to combat with the wind ; Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea Forced to retire by fury of the wind : Sometime the flood prevails; and then the wind; Now one the better, then another best ; Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast, Yet neither conqueror nor conquered : So is the equal poise of this fell war.
الصفحة 86 - Content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
الصفحة 154 - And so I was ; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother : And this word love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me ; I am myself alone.