Apophthegms from the plays of Shakespeare, by C. Lyndon |
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together : our virtues would be proud , if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherish'd by our virtues . — 1 LORD , IV . , 3 .
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together : our virtues would be proud , if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherish'd by our virtues . — 1 LORD , IV . , 3 .
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Página 122 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 130 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once...
Página 61 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Página 135 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Página 61 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 165 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 96 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 148 - To do our country loss ; and if to live, The fewer men the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things...
Página 72 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Página 131 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
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| Título | Apophthegms from the plays of Shakespeare, by C. Lyndon |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Charlotte Lyndon |
| Publicado | 1850 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 13 Sep. 2007 |
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