The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 345 страници |
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... he availed himself of the first moment of independence , to abandon the histrionic part of his double profession . This * Motley , i . e . , a fool , a buffoon . occurred so early as 1604. After that time , his WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . xlvii .
... he availed himself of the first moment of independence , to abandon the histrionic part of his double profession . This * Motley , i . e . , a fool , a buffoon . occurred so early as 1604. After that time , his WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . xlvii .
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... fool , solely a coward ; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind . THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which ...
... fool , solely a coward ; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind . THE REMEDY OF EVILS GENERALLY IN OURSELVES . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which ...
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... fool'd , by foolery thrive ! There's place , and means , for every man alive . ACT V. AGAINST DELAY . Let's take the instant by the forward top ; For we are old , and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time ...
... fool'd , by foolery thrive ! There's place , and means , for every man alive . ACT V. AGAINST DELAY . Let's take the instant by the forward top ; For we are old , and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time ...
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... fools , - Being native burghers of this desert city.- Should , in their own confines , with forked heads , * Have their round haunches gor'd . 1 Lord . Indeed , my lord , The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; And , in that kind ...
... fools , - Being native burghers of this desert city.- Should , in their own confines , with forked heads , * Have their round haunches gor'd . 1 Lord . Indeed , my lord , The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; And , in that kind ...
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... fool , Much marked of the melancholy Jaques , Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook , Augmenting it with tears . Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ? 1 Lord . O , yes , into a thousand similes ...
... fool , Much marked of the melancholy Jaques , Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook , Augmenting it with tears . Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ? 1 Lord . O , yes , into a thousand similes ...
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