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... passed is . One eare it heard , at the other out it went . Book iii . Line 1625 . Book iv . Line 435 . The lyfe so short , the craft so long to lerne , Th ' assay so hard , so sharpe the conquering . The Assembly of Foules . Line 1 ...
... passed is . One eare it heard , at the other out it went . Book iii . Line 1625 . Book iv . Line 435 . The lyfe so short , the craft so long to lerne , Th ' assay so hard , so sharpe the conquering . The Assembly of Foules . Line 1 ...
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... passing fair ? How use doth breed a habit in a man ! Come not within the measure of my wrath . I will make a Star - chamber matter of it . The Merry Wives of Windsor . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Act iv . Sc . 4.1 Act v . Sc . 4 . Ibid ...
... passing fair ? How use doth breed a habit in a man ! Come not within the measure of my wrath . I will make a Star - chamber matter of it . The Merry Wives of Windsor . Ibid . Act iv . Sc . 1 . Act iv . Sc . 4.1 Act v . Sc . 4 . Ibid ...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passing on the prisoner's life , May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try . Some rise by sin , and some by virtue fall . Act i . Sc . 4.1 Ibid.1 Ibid.1 Act ii . Sc . 1 . Ibid . This will last out a night in ...
... passing on the prisoner's life , May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try . Some rise by sin , and some by virtue fall . Act i . Sc . 4.1 Ibid.1 Ibid.1 Act ii . Sc . 1 . Ibid . This will last out a night in ...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passed on , In maiden meditation , fancy - free . Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower , Before milk - white , now purple with love's wound , And maidens call it love - in - idleness . Ibid.1 ...
... passed on , In maiden meditation , fancy - free . Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower , Before milk - white , now purple with love's wound , And maidens call it love - in - idleness . Ibid.1 ...
70 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passed a miserable night , So full of ugly sights , of ghastly dreams , That , as I am a Christian faithful man , I would not spend another such a night , Though ' t were to buy a world of happy days . Act i . Sc . 3 . Ibid . Act i . Sc ...
... passed a miserable night , So full of ugly sights , of ghastly dreams , That , as I am a Christian faithful man , I would not spend another such a night , Though ' t were to buy a world of happy days . Act i . Sc . 3 . Ibid . Act i . Sc ...
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91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
460 ÆäÀÌÁö - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.