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327 ÆäÀÌÁö - To move a horror skilfully, to touch a soul to the quick, to lay upon fear as much as it can bear, to wean and weary a life till it is ready to drop, and then step in with mortal instruments to take its last forfeit : this only a Webster can do. Inferior geniuses may " upon horror's head horrors accumulate,
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - That bring me presents, send me plate, coin, jewels With hope that when I die (which they expect Each greedy minute) it shall then return Tenfold upon them; whilst some, covetous Above the rest, seek to engross me whole, And counter-work the one unto the other, Contend in gifts, as they would seem in love...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - Adonis, his Lucrece, his sugared sonnets among his private friends, etc. "As Plautus and Seneca are accounted the best for Comedy and Tragedy among the Latins, so Shakespeare among the English is the most excellent in both kinds for the stage...
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.
295 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a feign'd pilgrimage, and drest myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known, Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seem'd, that I might ever Abide with you. Then sat I by the fount, Where first you took me up.
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heaven o'er my head seems made of molten brass, The earth of flaming sulphur, yet I am not mad. I am acquainted with sad misery As the tanned galley-slave is with his oar ; Necessity makes me suffer constantly, And custom makes it easy.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - When he comes back ; you demi-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... the act of God, the Queen's enemies, fire, and all and every other dangers and accidents of the seas, rivers and navigation...
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
295 ÆäÀÌÁö - I ask'd him all his story; He told me that his parents gentle died, Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, Which gave him roots ; and of the crystal springs, Which did not stop their courses; and the sun, Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light.

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