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Page 176 - 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.
Page 273 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice : His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them ; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 275 - Lord Angelo is precise ; Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : Hence shall we see.
Page 206 - ... keep the word of promise to the ear, and break it to the hope" — we have presumed to court the assistance of the friends of the drama to strengthen our infant institution.
Page 153 - And from Shakespeare she gained a great store of information amongst the rest, that -'Trifles light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong, As proofs of Holy Writ.
Page 177 - For men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel.
Page 49 - I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o' th' dead May walk again. If such thing be, thy mother Appeared to me last night, for ne'er was dream So like a waking. To me comes a creature, Sometimes her head on one side, some another.
Page 63 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes
Page 260 - ... the quays of the Rhone. Ah, those three were not philosophers ! Anxiously and tenderly they watched the asthmatic progress of the steamboat, and when its plume of smoke was no larger than a swallow on the horizon they were still waving and calling good-bye. All this time our philosopher was walking up and down the deck, with his hands in his pockets, and his head very high. He whistled, spat a long distance, stared at the women, inspected the working of the boat, swaggering as if he were a big...