The Works of William Shakspeare: The Text Formed from an Intirely New Collation of the Old Editions, with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Bind 8 |
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Side 11
... tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome ; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase , and taunt my faults With such full licence , as both truth and malice Have power to utter . O ! then we bring forth weeds , When our quick winds lie still ...
... tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome ; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase , and taunt my faults With such full licence , as both truth and malice Have power to utter . O ! then we bring forth weeds , When our quick winds lie still ...
Side 31
... tongue to charge me with . Lep : Soft , Cæsar . Ant . No , Lepidus , let him speak : The honour's sacred which he talks on now , Supposing that I lack'd it . The article of my oath . But on , Cæsar ; Cæs . To lend me arms and aid when I ...
... tongue to charge me with . Lep : Soft , Cæsar . Ant . No , Lepidus , let him speak : The honour's sacred which he talks on now , Supposing that I lack'd it . The article of my oath . But on , Cæsar ; Cæs . To lend me arms and aid when I ...
Side 38
... tongue but yet hie you to Egypt again . Ant . Say to me , whose fortunes shall rise higher , Cæsar's , or mine ? Sooth . Cæsar's . Therefore , O Antony ! stay not by his side : Thy dæmon , that thy spirit which keeps thee , is Noble ...
... tongue but yet hie you to Egypt again . Ant . Say to me , whose fortunes shall rise higher , Cæsar's , or mine ? Sooth . Cæsar's . Therefore , O Antony ! stay not by his side : Thy dæmon , that thy spirit which keeps thee , is Noble ...
Side 43
... tongues ; but let ill tidings tell Themselves , when they be felt . Mess . I have done my duty . Cleo . Is he married ? I cannot hate thee worser than I do , If thou again say , Yes . Mess . He's married , madam . Cleo . The gods ...
... tongues ; but let ill tidings tell Themselves , when they be felt . Mess . I have done my duty . Cleo . Is he married ? I cannot hate thee worser than I do , If thou again say , Yes . Mess . He's married , madam . Cleo . The gods ...
Side 53
... tongue Hath so betray'd thine act : being done unknown , I should have found it afterwards well done , But must condemn it now . Men . [ Aside . ] For this , Desist , and drink . I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more . Who seeks ...
... tongue Hath so betray'd thine act : being done unknown , I should have found it afterwards well done , But must condemn it now . Men . [ Aside . ] For this , Desist , and drink . I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more . Who seeks ...
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Side 537 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red ; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Side 494 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Side 508 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Side 512 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I...
Side 495 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 40 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 489 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal...
Side 527 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring ; And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing...
Side 524 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Side 522 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself, it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves...