Characteristics of Women, Moral, Poetical, and Historical, Volume 1; Volume 70 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 27
Page 35
... thou not kiss me , and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings ? " Is it not exquisite irresistible ? Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page are both " merry wives , " but how perfectly discriminated ! Mrs. Ford has the most good - nature - Mrs . Page is ...
... thou not kiss me , and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings ? " Is it not exquisite irresistible ? Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page are both " merry wives , " but how perfectly discriminated ! Mrs. Ford has the most good - nature - Mrs . Page is ...
Page 81
... thou no blood ; nor cut thou less , nor more , But just the pound of flesh if thou tak'st more , Or less than a just pound , —be it but so much As makes it light , or heavy , in the substance , Or the division of the twentieth part Of ...
... thou no blood ; nor cut thou less , nor more , But just the pound of flesh if thou tak'st more , Or less than a just pound , —be it but so much As makes it light , or heavy , in the substance , Or the division of the twentieth part Of ...
Page 115
... Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle . O but man , proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority , Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd , His glassy essence ...
... Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle . O but man , proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority , Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd , His glassy essence ...
Page 121
... thou art ! And again , where she finds that the outward sainted deputy " has deceived her- OI will to him , and pluck out his eyes ! Unhappy Claudio ! wretched Isabel ! Injurious world ! most damned Angelo ! She places at first a strong ...
... thou art ! And again , where she finds that the outward sainted deputy " has deceived her- OI will to him , and pluck out his eyes ! Unhappy Claudio ! wretched Isabel ! Injurious world ! most damned Angelo ! She places at first a strong ...
Page 122
... thou be made a man out of my vice ? Is ' t not a kind of incest to take life From thine own sister's shame ? What should I think ? Heaven shield , my mother play'd my father fair ! For such a warped slip of wilderness Ne'er issued from ...
... thou be made a man out of my vice ? Is ' t not a kind of incest to take life From thine own sister's shame ? What should I think ? Heaven shield , my mother play'd my father fair ! For such a warped slip of wilderness Ne'er issued from ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
affection ALDA Amleth Angelo Bassanio Beatrice beauty Benedick Bertram bosom breath brother Camiola character charm colours confess COUNTESS death delicacy dignity disguise drama Duchesse de Longueville earth eloquence exquisite eyes faculties fair fancy father fear feeling female feminine FERDINAND gentle grace Hamlet hath heart heaven Helena honour horror human imagination impression innocence intellect Isabel Isabella Lady Lady Macbeth less look lord lover Madame de Staël maid marriage MEDON ment mercy mind Miranda moral mother nature ness never noble nurse o'er Olivia once Ophelia passion Perdita perfect picture pity placed play poetical poetry POLONIUS Portia racter romance Romeo and Juliet Rosalind Roussillon scene Schlegel scorn sense sensibility sentiment Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock simplicity soft soul speak spirit sweet temper tenderness thee Thekla things thou thought tion touch truth Twelfth Night vanity Viola virtue whole woman women word young youth
Popular passages
Page 237 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Page 168 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 93 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Page 238 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard : for once, or twice, I was about to speak ; and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.— Will 't please you, sir, be gone?
Page 113 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway : It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Page 240 - Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. — Reverend sirs, For you there's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savour all the Winter long : Grace and remembrance be to you both,7 And welcome to our shearing ! Polix.
Page 12 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Page 115 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder.
Page 114 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 168 - I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.