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... FOR MEASURE . Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper , as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues , they on thee . Heaven doth with us as we with torches do , Measure for Measure continued . ] Not light them for 26 Shakespeare .
... FOR MEASURE . Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper , as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues , they on thee . Heaven doth with us as we with torches do , Measure for Measure continued . ] Not light them for 26 Shakespeare .
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... virtues Did not go forth of us , ' t were all alike As if we had them not . Spirits are not finely touch'd , But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence , But , like a thrifty goddess , she ...
... virtues Did not go forth of us , ' t were all alike As if we had them not . Spirits are not finely touch'd , But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence , But , like a thrifty goddess , she ...
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... Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . Ibid . Take , O , take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again , bring again , Seals ...
... Virtue is bold , and goodness never fearful . Ibid . Take , O , take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again , bring again , Seals ...
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... virtue , that possession would not show us , Whiles it was ours . Ibid . Th ' idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination . Ibid . Into the eye and prospect of his soul . Ibid . Much Ado about Nothing continued ...
... virtue , that possession would not show us , Whiles it was ours . Ibid . Th ' idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination . Ibid . Into the eye and prospect of his soul . Ibid . Much Ado about Nothing continued ...
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... virtue , nor sufficiency , To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself . Ibid . For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently . Ibid . Some of us will smart for it . Ibid . I was not born under a ...
... virtue , nor sufficiency , To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself . Ibid . For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently . Ibid . Some of us will smart for it . Ibid . I was not born under a ...
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372 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
117 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...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
593 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
521 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
520 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...