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I see , the jewel , best enamelled , Will lose his beauty ; and though gold ' bides
still , That others touch , yet often touching will Wear gold : and so no man , that
hath a name , But falthood and corruption doth it Thame . * Since that my beauty ...
I see , the jewel , best enamelled , Will lose his beauty ; and though gold ' bides
still , That others touch , yet often touching will Wear gold : and so no man , that
hath a name , But falthood and corruption doth it Thame . * Since that my beauty ...
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S . Because it is a blessing that he bestow ' s on beasts : and what he hath
scanted men in hair , he hath given them in wit . Ant . S . Why , but there ' s many
a man hath more hair than wit . Dro . S . Not a man of those , but he hath the wit to
lose ...
S . Because it is a blessing that he bestow ' s on beasts : and what he hath
scanted men in hair , he hath given them in wit . Ant . S . Why , but there ' s many
a man hath more hair than wit . Dro . S . Not a man of those , but he hath the wit to
lose ...
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We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour ' d me of late ; and I
have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people , Which would be worn now
in their newest gloss , Not cast aside so soon . LADOM . Was the hope drunk ...
We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour ' d me of late ; and I
have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people , Which would be worn now
in their newest gloss , Not cast aside so soon . LADOM . Was the hope drunk ...
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Lapr M . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath
quench ' d them , hath given me fire :Hark ! — Peace ! It was the owl that shriek ' d
, the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern ' st good - night . He is about it : The
doors ...
Lapr M . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath
quench ' d them , hath given me fire :Hark ! — Peace ! It was the owl that shriek ' d
, the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern ' st good - night . He is about it : The
doors ...
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In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various
Commentators. To which are Added Notes William Shakespeare. MACB . There '
s comfort yet , they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister ...
In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various
Commentators. To which are Added Notes William Shakespeare. MACB . There '
s comfort yet , they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister ...
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Sida 454 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Sida 335 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould. But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Sida 343 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Sida 521 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
Sida 371 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Sida 368 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Sida 338 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death. To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle. DUN. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
Sida 476 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Sida 380 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Sida 387 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.