The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Volumen1 |
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Val . Even she ; and is she not a heavenly saint ? Is it her mien , or Valentinus '
praise , Pro . No ; but she is an earthly paragon . Her true perfection , or my false
transgression , Val . Call her divine . That makes me , reasonless , to reason thus
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Val . Even she ; and is she not a heavenly saint ? Is it her mien , or Valentinus '
praise , Pro . No ; but she is an earthly paragon . Her true perfection , or my false
transgression , Val . Call her divine . That makes me , reasonless , to reason thus
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For him , I think not on him : for his I love thee so , that , maugre all thy pride ,
thoughts , Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide . ' Would they were blanks ,
rather than filled Do not extort thy reasons from this clause , with me . For that I
woo ...
For him , I think not on him : for his I love thee so , that , maugre all thy pride ,
thoughts , Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide . ' Would they were blanks ,
rather than filled Do not extort thy reasons from this clause , with me . For that I
woo ...
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By mine honesty , If she be mad ( as I believe no other ) , Her madness hath the
oddest frame of sense , Such a dependency of thing on thing , As ne ' er I heard
in madness . Isab . O , gracious Duke , Harp not on that ; nor do not banish
reason ...
By mine honesty , If she be mad ( as I believe no other ) , Her madness hath the
oddest frame of sense , Such a dependency of thing on thing , As ne ' er I heard
in madness . Isab . O , gracious Duke , Harp not on that ; nor do not banish
reason ...
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The will of man is by his reason swayed : And reason says you are the worthier
maid . Things growing are not ripe until their season ; So I , being young , till now
ripe not to reason ; And touching now the point of human skill , Reason becomes
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The will of man is by his reason swayed : And reason says you are the worthier
maid . Things growing are not ripe until their season ; So I , being young , till now
ripe not to reason ; And touching now the point of human skill , Reason becomes
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i Something unfilial . Reason , my son Being now awake , I ' ll queen it no inch
further , Should choose himself a wife ; but as good reason , | But milk my ewes ,
and weep . The father ( all whose joy is nothing else Cam . Why , how now ,
father !
i Something unfilial . Reason , my son Being now awake , I ' ll queen it no inch
further , Should choose himself a wife ; but as good reason , | But milk my ewes ,
and weep . The father ( all whose joy is nothing else Cam . Why , how now ,
father !
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Página 474 - twill be eleven ; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 469 - 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' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 470 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
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Página 224 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
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