Shakespeare and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet; Criticism on His Genius and Writings; a New Chronology of His Plays; a Disquisition on the Object of His Sonnets; and a History of the Manners, Customs, Amusement, Superstitions, Poetry, and Elegant Literature of His Age, Volume 2
T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1817 - Dramatists, English
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Page 430 - art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. — Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Page 488 - Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
Page 609 - to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh For precious friends hid in death's dateless night;" and in the thirty-first he tenderly exclaims, — " How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, As interest of the dead
Page 576 - O for my sake do you with fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than publick means, which publick manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it works in.
Page 78 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That
Page 519 - tis gone. No, it begins again." " Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark ! now I hear them,—ding — dong, bell.
Page 390 - received his information, describing with admirable self-consciousness, the vacillation of his will, and the tendency of his temper : — " The spirit that I have seen May be the Devil, and the Devil hath power T' assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps, Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — Abuses me to damn me.
Page 84 - So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." Son. 18. " Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young." Son. 19. " Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful
Page 189 - Ant. Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour sometime, like a bear or lion; A towred citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these signs; They are Black Vesper's Pageants"*
Page 340 - Another duty, not less important, was to lull their mistress asleep on the bosom of a violet or a musk-rose: — " I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps