The Philosophy of Shakspere: Extracted from His PlaysWhittaker and Company, 1841 - 238 páginas |
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... Thou seest , we are not all alone unhappy ; This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play . Ibid . Act ii . Scene 7 . ITS BENEFITS . K. Hen . V. There is some soul of goodness in things ...
... Thou seest , we are not all alone unhappy ; This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play . Ibid . Act ii . Scene 7 . ITS BENEFITS . K. Hen . V. There is some soul of goodness in things ...
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... thou may'st shake the superflux to them , And shew the heavens more just . King Lear . Act iii . Scene 4 . * Meaning " if he receives any thing in return for his gift . " Earl of Gloster . Here , take this purse , BENEFICENCE AND ...
... thou may'st shake the superflux to them , And shew the heavens more just . King Lear . Act iii . Scene 4 . * Meaning " if he receives any thing in return for his gift . " Earl of Gloster . Here , take this purse , BENEFICENCE AND ...
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... thou whom the Heaven's plagues Have humbled to all strokes ; that I am wretched Makes thee the happier : -Heavens deal so still ! Let the superfluous and lust - dieted man , That slaves your ordinance , that will not see Because he doth ...
... thou whom the Heaven's plagues Have humbled to all strokes ; that I am wretched Makes thee the happier : -Heavens deal so still ! Let the superfluous and lust - dieted man , That slaves your ordinance , that will not see Because he doth ...
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... Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones ; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows ; And ring these fingers with ...
... Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones ; And put my eyeballs in thy vaulty brows ; And ring these fingers with ...
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... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Julius Cæsar . Act ii . Scene 1 . VAIN FANCIES . Romeo . Peace , peace , Mercutio , peace : True , I talk of dreams ; ...
... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Julius Cæsar . Act ii . Scene 1 . VAIN FANCIES . Romeo . Peace , peace , Mercutio , peace : True , I talk of dreams ; ...
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Página 136 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Página 77 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Página 206 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Página 1 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Página 160 - For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Página 82 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Página 229 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Página 82 - Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get, And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
Página 148 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Página 117 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.