The Wisdom and Genius of Shakespeare: Comprising Moral Philosophy, Delineations of Character, Paintings of Nature and the Passions, Seven Hundred Aphorisms, and Miscellaneous Pieces : with Select and Original Notes, and Scriptural References ...E.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1839 - 460 oldal |
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9. oldal
... praises itself but in the deed , devours the deed in the praise . 26 - ii . 3 . 33 Nature and Art . Labouring art can never ransom nature From her unaidable estate . -Nature is made better by no mean , But nature makes that mean : so ...
... praises itself but in the deed , devours the deed in the praise . 26 - ii . 3 . 33 Nature and Art . Labouring art can never ransom nature From her unaidable estate . -Nature is made better by no mean , But nature makes that mean : so ...
14. oldal
... praise , an outward part , We bend to that the working of the heart . 67 Fickle - mindedness . 8 - iv . 1 . 68 Duplicity . O , what may man within him. O perilous mouths , That bear in them one and the self - same tongue , Either of ...
... praise , an outward part , We bend to that the working of the heart . 67 Fickle - mindedness . 8 - iv . 1 . 68 Duplicity . O , what may man within him. O perilous mouths , That bear in them one and the self - same tongue , Either of ...
15. oldal
... praise . 36 - iii . 1 . When we for recompense have praised the vile , It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good . 71 27 - i . 1 . Falsehood , its evil . Will poor folks lie , That have afflictions on them ...
... praise . 36 - iii . 1 . When we for recompense have praised the vile , It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good . 71 27 - i . 1 . Falsehood , its evil . Will poor folks lie , That have afflictions on them ...
21. oldal
... praise , The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Fast won - fast lost ; one cloud of winter showers , These flies are couched . 27 - ii . 2 . * Profit . † Power of comprehension . Grow mouldy . 5 - v . 1 . * Appeareth . † MORAL ...
... praise , The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Fast won - fast lost ; one cloud of winter showers , These flies are couched . 27 - ii . 2 . * Profit . † Power of comprehension . Grow mouldy . 5 - v . 1 . * Appeareth . † MORAL ...
27. oldal
... making their way With those of nobler bulk ? But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis , * and anon , behold * The daughter of Neptune . The worthiness of praise distains his worth , If that MORAL PHILOSOPHY . 27.
... making their way With those of nobler bulk ? But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis , * and anon , behold * The daughter of Neptune . The worthiness of praise distains his worth , If that MORAL PHILOSOPHY . 27.
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art thou bear beauty betimes blood blows bosom breast breath cheeks choughs danger death deeds dost doth ears earth evil eyes face fair fall false faults fear fire flatter flower folly fool fortune foul friends gentle give grace grief grow hand hath hear heart heaven honesty honour iron tongue judgment Julius Cæsar keep king live looks love's man's marriage men's mighty heart mind nature ne'er Neptune never night noble o'er passion patience pity Poems poison'd poor praise proud rage reason rich scapes Shakspeare shame sigh sing slave sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stamp'd stand strong sweet tears tempest thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thoughts tongue Treason true truth twixt ugly night unto valour vex'd vile Violent delights virtue weep wind wise words wretched younker youth
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300. oldal - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
131. oldal - 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 see'st 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.
239. oldal - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
120. oldal - 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 : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
247. oldal - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
113. oldal - Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
292. oldal - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
267. oldal - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
380. oldal - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of , Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
112. oldal - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.