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Perhaps Jonson ridicules this passage in R. and I. in his New Inn : “ Huff How Spill it ? Spill it at me ! “ Tip . I reck not , but I spill it . " STEVENS . Abr . A 4 Abr . Do you bite your thurib at us , ROMEO AND JULIET . 7.
Perhaps Jonson ridicules this passage in R. and I. in his New Inn : “ Huff How Spill it ? Spill it at me ! “ Tip . I reck not , but I spill it . " STEVENS . Abr . A 4 Abr . Do you bite your thurib at us , ROMEO AND JULIET . 7.
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This kind of antitheis was very much the tatte of the Provencal and Italian poets ; perhaps it might be hinted by the ode of Sappho preserved by Longinus . Petrarch is full of it : • Pace non trovo , & non ho da far guerra , “ Et temo ...
This kind of antitheis was very much the tatte of the Provencal and Italian poets ; perhaps it might be hinted by the ode of Sappho preserved by Longinus . Petrarch is full of it : • Pace non trovo , & non ho da far guerra , “ Et temo ...
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Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; ] The author may mean being purged of moke , but it is perhaps a meaning never given to the word in any other place . I would rather rcad , Being urged , a fire sparkling .
Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; ] The author may mean being purged of moke , but it is perhaps a meaning never given to the word in any other place . I would rather rcad , Being urged , a fire sparkling .
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Perhaps you have learn'd it without book . But , I pray , Can you read any thing you see ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters and the language . Serv . Ye say honestly . Reft you merry.Rom . Stay , fellow , I can read .
Perhaps you have learn'd it without book . But , I pray , Can you read any thing you see ? Rom . Ay , if I know the letters and the language . Serv . Ye say honestly . Reft you merry.Rom . Stay , fellow , I can read .
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The golden fory is perhaps the golden legend , a book in the darker ages of popery much read , and doubtless often exquisitely embellished , but of which Canus , one of the popith doctors , proclaims the author to have been homo ferrei ...
The golden fory is perhaps the golden legend , a book in the darker ages of popery much read , and doubtless often exquisitely embellished , but of which Canus , one of the popith doctors , proclaims the author to have been homo ferrei ...
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Æmil affection againſt ancient appears bear believe better called cauſe character Clown comes common copies dead dear death doth edition Enter Exit eyes fair fall father fear firſt folio foul give given Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven himſelf hold Iago JOHNSON keep kind king lady lago leave light lines live look lord married matter means mind moſt muſt nature never night Nurſe obſerved once Othello paſſage perhaps play poet pray preſent quarto Queen reaſon Romeo ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſeems ſenſe Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſpeech ſtand STEEVENS ſuch ſuppoſe ſweet tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought true uſed WARBURTON whoſe wife young
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Página 263 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment...
Página 212 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 33 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 225 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Página 30 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 89 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out...
Página 468 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Página 239 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 168 - Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tried Grapple them...
Página 374 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate...