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... strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : -Act 1 , Sc . 2 . And , but he's something stain'd With grief , that beauty's canker , thou mightst call him A goodly person . — Act 1 , Sc . 2 . Seb . He receives comfort like cold ...
... strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : -Act 1 , Sc . 2 . And , but he's something stain'd With grief , that beauty's canker , thou mightst call him A goodly person . — Act 1 , Sc . 2 . Seb . He receives comfort like cold ...
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... strange fish ! Were I in England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they ...
... strange fish ! Were I in England now , ( as once I was , ) and had but this fish painted , not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they ...
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... strange face on his own perfection . Act 2 , Sc . 3 . Bal . SONG . Sigh no more , ladies , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever , One foot in sea and one on shore , To one thing constant never . Then sigh not so , but let them go ...
... strange face on his own perfection . Act 2 , Sc . 3 . Bal . SONG . Sigh no more , ladies , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever , One foot in sea and one on shore , To one thing constant never . Then sigh not so , but let them go ...
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... strange , my Theseus , that these lovers speak of . Thes . More strange than true . I never may believe These antique fables , nor these fairy toys . Lovers and madmen have such seething brains , Such shaping fantasies , that apprehend ...
... strange , my Theseus , that these lovers speak of . Thes . More strange than true . I never may believe These antique fables , nor these fairy toys . Lovers and madmen have such seething brains , Such shaping fantasies , that apprehend ...
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... strange oaths and bearded like the pard , Jealous in honour , sudden and quick in quarrel , Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth . And then the justice , In fair round belly with good capon lin❜d , With eyes severe ...
... strange oaths and bearded like the pard , Jealous in honour , sudden and quick in quarrel , Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth . And then the justice , In fair round belly with good capon lin❜d , With eyes severe ...
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Page 108 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Page 43 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 141 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Page 110 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Page 120 - gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 79 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 145 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 33 - 11 begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Page 148 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 108 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.