 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 462 страници
...with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — AB if this flesh, that walls about our life, Were brass impregnable ; and humour'd thus, Comes...Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king. £.II. Hi. 2. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 928 страници
...with looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh, which walls about our life, To put a strange face on his own perfection.— I...suit To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he woos, Vet hut mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends :... | |
 | G. F. Burckhardt - 1853 - 366 страници
...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...throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duly, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 страници
...vain conceit — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable ; and humoured thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores...away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, 438 POETS OF THE ELIZABETHAN AGE. For you have but mistook me all this while ; I live with bread like... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 446 страници
...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...flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respeet, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 страници
...with looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, that walls about our life, Were brass impregnable ; and humour'd thus, Comes...Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king. R.II. iii. 2. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1854 - 980 страници
...vain conceit — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable : and humor'd thus, Comes' at the last, and, with a little pin,...For you have but mistook me all this while : I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends, like you ; — subjected thus, How can you... | |
 | Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 1854 - 444 страници
...inward toil ; And, for unfclt imaginations, They often feel a world of restless cares. Shakspeare. Mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw...bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends, like you. — Shokspeare. Thou dost pinch thy bearer, and doth sit Like a rich armour worn in heat... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - 440 страници
...Bores through his castle walls ; and, farewell, king \ Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and biood With solemn reverence ; throw away respect. Tradition,...For you have but mistook me all this while. I live on bread, like you ; feel want, like you ; Taste grief, need friends. Subjected thus, How can you say... | |
 | William Smyth - 1855 - 590 страници
...present." Well indeed might the unfortunate monarch have said, in the words of our own Richard, — " Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all the while : I live on bread like you, feel want, taste grief, . Need friends." " Subjected thus, How... | |
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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... 
