Did Shakespeare Write "Titus Andronicus"?: A Study in Elizabethan Literature

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Watts & Company, 1905 - 255 páginas
 

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Página 160 - Are fashion'd fresh ; some in their stalks do close, And, born, do sudden die ; some are but weeds, And yet from them a secret good proceeds. I with my needle, if I please, may blot The fairest rose within my cambric plot : God with a beck can change each worldly thing, The poor to earth, the beggar to the king.
Página 149 - That sin doth ten times aggravate itself That, is committed in a holy place : An evil deed, done by authority, Is sin and subornation : Deck an ape In tissue, and the beauty of the robe Adds but the greater scorn unto the beast.
Página 124 - Thanked be Heaven's great architect, and you. Ere farther we proceed, my noble lords, We here create our well-beloved son, Of love and care unto his royal person Lord Warden of the realm, and sith the fates Have made his father so infortunate, Deal you, my lords, in this, my loving lords, As to your wisdoms fittest seems in all.
Página 149 - Than the polluted closet of a king : The greater man, the greater is the thing, Be it good, or bad, that he shall undertake : An unreputed mote, flying in the sun, Presents a greater substance than it is : The freshest summer's day doth soonest taint The loathed carrion that it seems to kiss : Deep are the blows made with a mighty axe : That sin...
Página 39 - Thy forehead troubled, and thy mutt'ring lips Murmur sad words abruptly broken off By force of windy sighs thy spirit breathes ; And all this sorrow riseth for thy son ; And selfsame sorrow feel I for my son.
Página 148 - Could heal the wound it made : the moral is, What mighty men misdo, they can amend. The lion doth become his bloody jaws And grace his foragement, by being mild When vassal fear lies trembling at his feet. The king will in his glory hide thy shame ; And those that gaze on him to find out thee Will lose their eyesight, looking in the sun.
Página 79 - And stroke my bosom with thy silken fan : This shade, sun-proof, is yet no proof for thee ; Thy body, smoother than this waveless spring, And purer than the substance of the same, Can creep through that his lances...
Página 42 - The brim let be embraced with golden curls Of moss that sleeps with sound the waters make For joy to feed the fount with their recourse ; Let all the grass that beautifies her bower Bear manna every morn, instead of dew ; Or let the dew be sweeter far than that That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill, Or balm which trickled from old Aaron's beard.
Página 140 - I'll say, that like a glass they catch the sun, And thence the hot reflection doth rebound Against my breast, and burns my heart within. Ah , what a world of descant makes my soul Upon this voluntary ground of love ! — Come, Lodowick, hast thou turn'd thy ink to gold? If not, write but in letters capital My mistress...
Página 214 - Though on this earth justice will not be found, I'll down to hell, and in this passion Knock at the dismal gates of Pluto's court...

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