The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... present itself . Under an oak , whofe boughs were mofs'd with age , And high top bald with dry antiquity ; A wretched ragged man , o'er - grown with hair , Lay fleeping on his back ; about his neck A green and gilded fnake had wreath'd ...
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... present time , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino ; For love is crowned with the prime , In the fpring time , & c . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino , Thefe pretty country - folks would lie ...
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... present profeffion a tin- ker ? afk Marian Hacket , the fat ale - wife of Wincot , if she know me not ; if fhe fay , I am not fourteen pence on the score for fheer ale , fcore me up for the lying't knave in Chriftendom . What , I am not ...
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... present death : I pr'ythee go , and get me fome repaft ; I care not what , fo it be wholefome food . Gru . What say you to a neat's foot ? Cath . ' Tis paffing good ; I pr'ythee , let me have it . Gru . I fear , it is too flegmatic a ...
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... present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields , Where noble fellows ftrike . War is no ftrife To the dark house , and the detefted wife . Par . Will this capricio hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and ...
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.