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... matter was borrowed and improved by Bandello , who pub- lished it in 1554 , making it the ninth novel in the second part of his collection . Bandello represents the incidents to have occurred when Bartholomew Scaliger was lord of Verona ...
... matter was borrowed and improved by Bandello , who pub- lished it in 1554 , making it the ninth novel in the second part of his collection . Bandello represents the incidents to have occurred when Bartholomew Scaliger was lord of Verona ...
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... matter , penned as it is , may serve to like good effect , if the readers do bring with them like good minds to consider it ; which hath the more encouraged me to publish it , such as it is . " The only ancient reprint of Brooke's poem ...
... matter , penned as it is , may serve to like good effect , if the readers do bring with them like good minds to consider it ; which hath the more encouraged me to publish it , such as it is . " The only ancient reprint of Brooke's poem ...
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... matter of his scenes , as the play has nothing in common with this , but what this also has in common with the poem . On the other hand , be- sides the verbal resemblances set forth in our notes , the play agrees with Brooke in divers ...
... matter of his scenes , as the play has nothing in common with this , but what this also has in common with the poem . On the other hand , be- sides the verbal resemblances set forth in our notes , the play agrees with Brooke in divers ...
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... matter of fancy , with which the heart has little or nothing to do . That the Poet so meant it , is plain from what is said about it in the Chorus at the end of Act i . Ac- cordingly , it is airy , affected , and fantastical , causing ...
... matter of fancy , with which the heart has little or nothing to do . That the Poet so meant it , is plain from what is said about it in the Chorus at the end of Act i . Ac- cordingly , it is airy , affected , and fantastical , causing ...
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... matter . - Nurse , give leave awhile ; We must talk in secret . - Nurse , come back again : I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel . Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse . ' Faith , I can tell her age unto an ...
... matter . - Nurse , give leave awhile ; We must talk in secret . - Nurse , come back again : I have remember'd me , thou shalt hear our counsel . Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurse . ' Faith , I can tell her age unto an ...
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370 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
277 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay,...
376 ÆäÀÌÁö - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
355 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which...
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.