The Temple Shakespeare, Volym 34J.M. Dent and Company, 1899 |
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... bounty undid him , and his kindness , and commiseration towards all that craved of him ; but in plain terms , it was his folly , simplicity , and indiscretion in making choice of his friends , not knowing that he bestowed his liberality ...
... bounty undid him , and his kindness , and commiseration towards all that craved of him ; but in plain terms , it was his folly , simplicity , and indiscretion in making choice of his friends , not knowing that he bestowed his liberality ...
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... rarity ? what strange , Which manifold record not matches ? See , Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjured to attend . I know the merchant . Pain . I know them both ; th ' other's 29 a The Life of ...
... rarity ? what strange , Which manifold record not matches ? See , Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjured to attend . I know the merchant . Pain . I know them both ; th ' other's 29 a The Life of ...
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... bounty ? he outgoes The very heart of kindness . Sec . Lord . He pours it out ; Plutus , the god of gold , Is but his steward : no meed , but he repays Sevenfold above itself ; no gift to him , But breeds the giver a return exceeding ...
... bounty ? he outgoes The very heart of kindness . Sec . Lord . He pours it out ; Plutus , the god of gold , Is but his steward : no meed , but he repays Sevenfold above itself ; no gift to him , But breeds the giver a return exceeding ...
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... bounties taste ! The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron , and come freely 130 To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : th ' ear , Taste , touch , and smell , pleased from thy table rise ; They only now come but to feast thine eyes ...
... bounties taste ! The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron , and come freely 130 To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : th ' ear , Taste , touch , and smell , pleased from thy table rise ; They only now come but to feast thine eyes ...
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... bounty had not eyes behind , That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . 170 First Lord . Where be our men ? Serv . Here , my lord , in readiness . Sec . Lord . Our horses ! Re - enter Flavius , with the casket . Tim . O my friends ...
... bounty had not eyes behind , That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . 170 First Lord . Where be our men ? Serv . Here , my lord , in readiness . Sec . Lord . Our horses ! Re - enter Flavius , with the casket . Tim . O my friends ...
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Sida 87 - O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, To every purpose!
Sida 55 - He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs His outsides ; wear them like his raiment, carelessly ; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
Sida 66 - Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And let confusion live!