The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Bind 8 |
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... thee in contempt , And never touch the sheets that cover thee , But be divorc'd in bed , till thou consent Thy dowry shall be sold , to give new life Unto those pleasures which I most affect . [ Spurning her . Wife . Sir , do but turn a ...
... thee in contempt , And never touch the sheets that cover thee , But be divorc'd in bed , till thou consent Thy dowry shall be sold , to give new life Unto those pleasures which I most affect . [ Spurning her . Wife . Sir , do but turn a ...
Side 11
... thee begin now to deface . The spring - time of thy youth did fairly promise Such a most fruitful summer to thy friends , It scarce can enter into men's belief , Such dearth should hang upon thee : we that see ' t Are sorry to believe ...
... thee begin now to deface . The spring - time of thy youth did fairly promise Such a most fruitful summer to thy friends , It scarce can enter into men's belief , Such dearth should hang upon thee : we that see ' t Are sorry to believe ...
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... thee thy damnation hath beggared thee ! That heaven should say we must not sin , and yet made woman ! gives our senses away to find pleasure , which being found , confounds us ! Why should we know those things so much misuse us ? O ...
... thee thy damnation hath beggared thee ! That heaven should say we must not sin , and yet made woman ! gives our senses away to find pleasure , which being found , confounds us ! Why should we know those things so much misuse us ? O ...
Side 23
... thee : now , I'll tear thee , Set quick spurs to my vassal : bruise him , trample him . [ Stamping on him . So , I think thou wilt not follow me in haste . [ Servant limps away . My horse stands ready saddled . Away ! away ! Now , to my ...
... thee : now , I'll tear thee , Set quick spurs to my vassal : bruise him , trample him . [ Stamping on him . So , I think thou wilt not follow me in haste . [ Servant limps away . My horse stands ready saddled . Away ! away ! Now , to my ...
Side 26
... thee ! The fifty diseases stop thee ! O , I am sorely bruis'd ! Plague founder thee ! Thou runn'st at ease and pleasure . Heart of chance ! To throw me now , within a flight o ' the town , In such plain even ground too ! ' Sfoot ! a man ...
... thee ! The fifty diseases stop thee ! O , I am sorely bruis'd ! Plague founder thee ! Thou runn'st at ease and pleasure . Heart of chance ! To throw me now , within a flight o ' the town , In such plain even ground too ! ' Sfoot ! a man ...
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Adonis Amadine bear beauty beauty's behold bleeding blood breast breath Bremo canst Caverley cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth England's Helicon Enter Exeunt Exit face fair false father fear flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven honour husband kill king king of Aragon KING OF VALENCIA kiss leave lips live look lord love's Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece lust master mistress Mouse Mucedorus ne'er never night old copies Passionate Pilgrim pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth Segasto Sextus Tarquinius Shakespeare shame shepherd sight sirrah sonnet sorrow soul sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thought thyself Time's tongue Tremelio true unto weep wife words worth wound YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY youth
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Side 202 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Side 175 - Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving?
Side 16 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Side 145 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Side 163 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave...
Side 184 - 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 expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Side 228 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Side 155 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Side 156 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Side 128 - Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.