The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumen11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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... suppose , of a thousand more , Pope writes : 66 a living death I bear , " Says Dapperwit , and sunk beside his chair . " Johnson . So , in Watson's Sonnets , printed about 1580 : " Love is a sowre delight , a sugred griefe , " A living ...
... suppose , of a thousand more , Pope writes : 66 a living death I bear , " Says Dapperwit , and sunk beside his chair . " Johnson . So , in Watson's Sonnets , printed about 1580 : " Love is a sowre delight , a sugred griefe , " A living ...
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... suppose that these lacunæ exist only in the imagination of editors and commentators . Malone . 71 may prey- ] The quarto , 1598 , and the folio read - make prey . The correction , which all the editors have adopted , is taken from the ...
... suppose that these lacunæ exist only in the imagination of editors and commentators . Malone . 71 may prey- ] The quarto , 1598 , and the folio read - make prey . The correction , which all the editors have adopted , is taken from the ...
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... suppose You should enjoy , were you this country's king ; As little joy you may suppose in me , That I enjoy , being the queen thereof . Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof ; For I am she , and altogether joyless . I can no ...
... suppose You should enjoy , were you this country's king ; As little joy you may suppose in me , That I enjoy , being the queen thereof . Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof ; For I am she , and altogether joyless . I can no ...
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... suppose he means , Divest yourselves of that concealed hatred which you have heretofore secretly borne to each other . Do not merely , says Edward , conceal and cover over your secret ill will to each other , by a show of love , but ...
... suppose he means , Divest yourselves of that concealed hatred which you have heretofore secretly borne to each other . Do not merely , says Edward , conceal and cover over your secret ill will to each other , by a show of love , but ...
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... suppose , this and the following line , ( the use- less epithet - gracious , omitted , ) should be read thus : He did , my lord , begin that place ; which , since , Succeeding ages have re - edify'd . Steevens . 6 As ' twere retail'd to ...
... suppose , this and the following line , ( the use- less epithet - gracious , omitted , ) should be read thus : He did , my lord , begin that place ; which , since , Succeeding ages have re - edify'd . Steevens . 6 As ' twere retail'd to ...
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Página 293 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin.
Página 12 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Página 312 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Página 209 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 11 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Página 47 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Página 49 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 177 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Página 298 - 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...
Página 297 - O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever and for ever, shall be yours.