The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with CuttsJacob Tonson at Shakespear's-head over-against Catherine-Street in the Strand, 1714 |
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... Thoughts , Wherewith already France is over - run . Enter a Third Messenger . 3 Meff . My Gracious Lords , to add to your ... Thought , Enacted Wonders with his Sword and Lance . Hundreds he fent to Hell , and none durst stand him : Here ...
... Thoughts , Wherewith already France is over - run . Enter a Third Messenger . 3 Meff . My Gracious Lords , to add to your ... Thought , Enacted Wonders with his Sword and Lance . Hundreds he fent to Hell , and none durst stand him : Here ...
Page 198
... Thoughts are whirled like a Potter's Wheel . I know not where I am , nor what I do : A Witch by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Drives back our Troops , and conquers as the lifts : So Bees with finoak , and Doves with noifom stench ...
... Thoughts are whirled like a Potter's Wheel . I know not where I am , nor what I do : A Witch by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Drives back our Troops , and conquers as the lifts : So Bees with finoak , and Doves with noifom stench ...
Page 202
... , in all our bloody Maffacre , I mufe we met not with the Dauphin's Grace , His new come Champion , virtuous Joan of Arc , Nor any of his falfe Confederates . Bed Bed . ' Tis thought , Lord Talbot , when 200 The First Part of.
... , in all our bloody Maffacre , I mufe we met not with the Dauphin's Grace , His new come Champion , virtuous Joan of Arc , Nor any of his falfe Confederates . Bed Bed . ' Tis thought , Lord Talbot , when 200 The First Part of.
Page 203
... thought , Lord Talbot , when the fight began , Rou'd on the fudden from their drowfie Beds , They did among the Troops of armed Men , Leap d'er the Walls for refuge in the Field Bur . My felf , as far as I could well difcern , For Smoak ...
... thought , Lord Talbot , when the fight began , Rou'd on the fudden from their drowfie Beds , They did among the Troops of armed Men , Leap d'er the Walls for refuge in the Field Bur . My felf , as far as I could well difcern , For Smoak ...
Page 204
... thought I fhould have feen fome Hercules , A fecond Hector , for his grim Afpect , And large proportion of his ftrong knit Limbs . Alas ! this is a Child , a filly Dwarf ; It cannot be , this weak and writhled Shrimp Should ftrike fuch ...
... thought I fhould have feen fome Hercules , A fecond Hector , for his grim Afpect , And large proportion of his ftrong knit Limbs . Alas ! this is a Child , a filly Dwarf ; It cannot be , this weak and writhled Shrimp Should ftrike fuch ...
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Page 375 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Page 375 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Page 376 - ... treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 375 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes! it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His...