The Quintessence of English Poetry, Or, a Collection of All the Beautiful Passages in Our Poems and Plays, from the Celebrated Spencer to 1688 ...Olive Payne, 1740 |
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... Shakespear's Yorkshire Tragedy . The whole day Is't not enough now , but the night's to play : And while our ' states , ftrength , body and mind we waste ; Go make ourselves the us'rer's at a cait . He that no more , for age , cramps ...
... Shakespear's Yorkshire Tragedy . The whole day Is't not enough now , but the night's to play : And while our ' states , ftrength , body and mind we waste ; Go make ourselves the us'rer's at a cait . He that no more , for age , cramps ...
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... Shakespear's King Henry V. What had his arms been , without my arm , That with its motion , made the whole field move ? And this held up , we ftill had victory . When over - charg'd with numbers his few friends Retir'd amaz'd , I fet ...
... Shakespear's King Henry V. What had his arms been , without my arm , That with its motion , made the whole field move ? And this held up , we ftill had victory . When over - charg'd with numbers his few friends Retir'd amaz'd , I fet ...
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... Shakespear's Coriolanus . How eafy is a noble fp'rit difcern'd Out From harsh and fulph'rous matter , that flies In contumelies , makes a noise , and stinks ! May we find good and great men , that know how To ftoop to wants , and mere ...
... Shakespear's Coriolanus . How eafy is a noble fp'rit difcern'd Out From harsh and fulph'rous matter , that flies In contumelies , makes a noise , and stinks ! May we find good and great men , that know how To ftoop to wants , and mere ...
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... Shakespear's Hamlet . Nor ftand fo much on your gentility , Which is an airy , and mere borrow'd thing , From dead mens duft and bones : And none of your's , Except you make , or hold it . Johnson's Every Man in his Humour , For your ...
... Shakespear's Hamlet . Nor ftand fo much on your gentility , Which is an airy , and mere borrow'd thing , From dead mens duft and bones : And none of your's , Except you make , or hold it . Johnson's Every Man in his Humour , For your ...
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... Shakespear's Tavo Gentlemen of Verona . I. I never gave you aught . 2. My honour'd lord , you know right well , you did ; And with them , words of fo fweet breath compos'd , As made the things more rich : That perfume loft , Take these ...
... Shakespear's Tavo Gentlemen of Verona . I. I never gave you aught . 2. My honour'd lord , you know right well , you did ; And with them , words of fo fweet breath compos'd , As made the things more rich : That perfume loft , Take these ...
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Atheist's Tragedy bafe Barons Wars Beaumont and Fletcher's becauſe beft beſt blood cauſe Chapman's Crown's Daniel's Davenant's Gondibert death defire doth Ev'n ev'ry eyes fafe fame fear feem fenfe fhall fhew fhould fince fire firft firſt flaves fleep fome foon foul ftand ftate ftill fubjects fuch fure fweet give greateſt greatneſs hath heart heav'n himſelf honour Ibid itſelf Johnson's juft juftice kifs kings laft lefs live loft Lord Brooke's Love's Lover's Melancholy luft marriage mifery mind Mirror for Magiftrates moft moſt muft muſt nature ne'er never night o'er ourſelves paffion pleaſe pleaſure poor pow'r praiſe princes Queen of Corinth reafon reft Revenger's Tragedy rife Sejanus Shakespear's Shakespear's Hamlet ſhall ſhe Shirley's Siege of Rhodes ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou unto uſe virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife
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170. oldal - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
19. oldal - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
164. oldal - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
109. oldal - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
276. oldal - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
76. oldal - Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
236. oldal - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
73. oldal - 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.
149. oldal - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
276. oldal - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.