Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and Phrases in Common UseLittle, Brown, 1874 - 778 sider |
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... Honour of Beauty . Line 132 . A sweet attractive kinde of grace , A full assurance given by lookes , Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of gospel - books . Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.2 Full little knowest ...
... Honour of Beauty . Line 132 . A sweet attractive kinde of grace , A full assurance given by lookes , Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of gospel - books . Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.2 Full little knowest ...
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... honour , sudden and quick in quarrel , Seeking the bubble Reputation Even in the cannon's mouth . And then the Justice , In fair round belly with good capon lin'd , With eyes severe and beard of formal cut , Full of wise saws and modern ...
... honour , sudden and quick in quarrel , Seeking the bubble Reputation Even in the cannon's mouth . And then the Justice , In fair round belly with good capon lin'd , With eyes severe and beard of formal cut , Full of wise saws and modern ...
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... honour doth forget men's names . Act i . Sc . I. For he is but a bastard to the time , That doth not smack of observation . Acti . Sc . I. Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth . For courage mounteth with occasion . Act i ...
... honour doth forget men's names . Act i . Sc . I. For he is but a bastard to the time , That doth not smack of observation . Acti . Sc . I. Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth . For courage mounteth with occasion . Act i ...
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... honour from the pale - fac'd moon , Or dive into the bottom of the deep , Where fathom - line could never touch the ground , And pluck up drowned honour by the locks . I know a trick worth two of that . Act i . Sc . 3 . Act ii . Sc . I ...
... honour from the pale - fac'd moon , Or dive into the bottom of the deep , Where fathom - line could never touch the ground , And pluck up drowned honour by the locks . I know a trick worth two of that . Act i . Sc . 3 . Act ii . Sc . I ...
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... Honour pricks me on . our prick me off when I Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery , then ? No. What is honour ? A word . What is that word , honour ? Air ...
... Honour pricks me on . our prick me off when I Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery , then ? No. What is honour ? A word . What is that word , honour ? Air ...
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Side 345 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 90 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Side 202 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out...
Side 73 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Side 92 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Side 37 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Side 116 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Side 50 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Side 72 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 104 - t that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.