The Temple Shakespeare, Volym 34J.M. Dent and Company, 1899 |
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... hands ? Mercury . Some say his 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 ...
... hands ? Mercury . Some say his 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 ...
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... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . ' Tis conceived to ... hands , let him slip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot . Pain . ' Tis common : A thousand moral paintings ...
... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . ' Tis conceived to ... hands , let him slip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot . Pain . ' Tis common : A thousand moral paintings ...
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... weigh with her . Old Ath . Most noble lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : never may 8 Act I. Sc . i . The Life of.
... weigh with her . Old Ath . Most noble lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : never may 8 Act I. Sc . i . The Life of.
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... hand ; We must needs dine together . Sir , your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise . What , my lord ! dispraise ? Jew . Tim . A mere satiety of commendations . Jew . If I should pay you for ' t as ' tis extoll'd , It would unclew me quite ...
... hand ; We must needs dine together . Sir , your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise . What , my lord ! dispraise ? Jew . Tim . A mere satiety of commendations . Jew . If I should pay you for ' t as ' tis extoll'd , It would unclew me quite ...
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... hands , dancing and blaying . Apem . Hoy - day , what a sweep of vanity comes this way ! They dance ! they are mad women . Like madness is the glory of this life , As this pomp shows to a little oil and root . We make ourselves fools ...
... hands , dancing and blaying . Apem . Hoy - day , what a sweep of vanity comes this way ! They dance ! they are mad women . Like madness is the glory of this life , As this pomp shows to a little oil and root . We make ourselves fools ...
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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!