The philosophy of William Shakespeare delineating in seven hundred and fifty passages, selected from his plays, the multiform phases of the human mindW. White, 1857 - 643 էջ |
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... Beyond what can be valued , rich or rare ; No less than life , with grace , health , beauty , honour : As much as child e'er lov'd , or father found . A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable 4 THE PHILOSOPHY OF A daughter's love.
... Beyond what can be valued , rich or rare ; No less than life , with grace , health , beauty , honour : As much as child e'er lov'd , or father found . A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable 4 THE PHILOSOPHY OF A daughter's love.
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William Shakespeare. A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you . KING LEAR , A. 1 , s . 1 . A GOOD CAUSE FILLS BOTH HEAD AND HEART . LORDS . How have you slept , my lord ? RICHMOND . The ...
William Shakespeare. A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you . KING LEAR , A. 1 , s . 1 . A GOOD CAUSE FILLS BOTH HEAD AND HEART . LORDS . How have you slept , my lord ? RICHMOND . The ...
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... poor and humble subject to you ? K. HENRY VIII . , A. 5 , s . 2 . A HAPPY CONSCIENCE THE BRIGHTEST OF SUNS . K. RICHARD . Who saw the sun to - day ? RATCLIFF . Not I , my lord . K. RICH 8 THE PHILOSOPHY OF A happy conscience the ...
... poor and humble subject to you ? K. HENRY VIII . , A. 5 , s . 2 . A HAPPY CONSCIENCE THE BRIGHTEST OF SUNS . K. RICHARD . Who saw the sun to - day ? RATCLIFF . Not I , my lord . K. RICH 8 THE PHILOSOPHY OF A happy conscience the ...
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... Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy ...
... Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy ...
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... poor heart to women : Keep thy foot out of brothels , thy hand out of plackets , thy pen from lenders ' books , and defy the foul fiend . KING LEAR , A. 3 , s . 4 . A WARM HEART IN THE HOST DOUBLES THE VALUE OF THE FEAST . My royal lord ...
... poor heart to women : Keep thy foot out of brothels , thy hand out of plackets , thy pen from lenders ' books , and defy the foul fiend . KING LEAR , A. 3 , s . 4 . A WARM HEART IN THE HOST DOUBLES THE VALUE OF THE FEAST . My royal lord ...
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Էջ 543 - 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.
Էջ 19 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Էջ 80 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Էջ 505 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Էջ 505 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Էջ 21 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, May be a devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Էջ 416 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And he that might the 'vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : how would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you, as you are? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Էջ 434 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, • And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, ) That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry,...
Էջ 317 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Էջ 529 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one,...