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Страница 281 - As in a theatre the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard : no man cried, God save him...
Страница 314 - Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers: I fear it much; and I do fear besides, That I shall lose distinction in my joys...
Страница 244 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an entered tide, they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Страница 244 - For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Страница 205 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Страница 244 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Страница 408 - To crystallize the Baltic Ocean; To glaze the lakes, to bridle up the floods, And periwig with snow the bald-pate woods.
Страница 284 - On foreign trade I needed not rely, Like fruitful Britain, rich without supply. In this my rough-drawn play you shall behold Some master-strokes, so manly and so bold, That he who meant to alter, found "em such, He shook, and thought it sacrilege to touch. Now, where are the successors to my name ? What bring they to fill out a poet's fame ? Weak, short-lived issues of a feeble age ; Scarce living to be christen'd on the stage ! For humour farce, for love they rhyme dispense, That tolls the knell...
Страница 184 - Fathom the vast abyss of heavenly justice. Whatever is, is in its causes just, Since all things are by fate. But purblind man Sees but a part o' th' chain, the nearest links, His eyes not carrying to that equal beam That poises all above.
Страница 279 - Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune ! All you gods, In general synod take away her power, Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven As low as to the fiends !