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Page 594 - When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage ; Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed ; At gaming, swearing; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't : Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven ; And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, As hell, whereto it goes.
Page 430 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Page 413 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Page 515 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley ; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 401 - I have done ; no, not so much as kiss'd me ; And that, methinks, is not so well ; nor scarcely Could I persuade him to become a freeman, He made such scruples of the wrong he did To me and to my father. Yet, I hope, When he considers more, this love of mine Will take more root within him : Let him do What he will with me, so he use me kindly ! For use me so he shall, or I'll proclaim him, And to his face, no man.
Page 385 - Servants, with great Applause: Written by the memorable worthies of their time, Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. William Shakespeare, Gent.
Page 413 - From the far' shore, thick set with reeds and sedges, As patiently I was attending sport, I heard a voice, a shrill one ; and attentive I gave my ear ; when I might well perceive 'Twas one that sung, and, by the smallness of it, A boy, or woman. I then left my angle To his own skill, came near, but yet perceiv'd not...
Page 422 - But that's all one, tis nothing to our purpose : Whate'er her father says, if you perceive Her mood inclining that way that I spoke of, Videlicet, the way of flesh — you have me ? Wooer. Yes, very well, sir. Doctor. Please her appetite, And do it home ; it cures her, ipso facto, The melancholy humour that infects her.
Page 566 - SONG. Peace and silence be the guide To the man, and to the bride ! If there be a joy yet new In marriage, let it fall on you, That all the world may wonder ! If we should stay, we should do worse, And turn our blessing to a curse, By keeping you asunder.