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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volume 9
Visualização integral - 1821
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Página 265 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs...
Página 260 - And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Página 64 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven...
Página 378 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Página 104 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Página 202 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
Página 61 - Alas, alas ! Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy.
Página 352 - Think, my lord! By heaven he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown...
Página 433 - Had it pleased heaven To try me with affliction ; had they rain'd All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience...