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ancient appears Archaeological arms Association Bath bearing Bell Bishop British building called Castle Cathedral century Chapel character Cheshire Chester Church City close connected contained course Court death described discovered doubt Earl early England erected evidence example existence fact feet friends give given ground hand held Henry Hughes hypocaust illustration inscription interesting Italy John Journal kind king king's known Lady land late later Lecture living London Lord March marked Mayor meeting Members mentioned notice once original Parish passed perhaps period person pillars plate portion position present Prince probably received record referred remains remarks Richard road Roman side similar Society square stone Street taken Thomas tiles Tower town wall Wilderspool
Էջ 198 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Էջ 198 - He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Էջ 120 - All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
Էջ 216 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Էջ 213 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea. but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ' Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery. then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is that word. honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? he that died o
Էջ 198 - Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work ; But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
Էջ 216 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.
Էջ 117 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?