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Page 420 - How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
Page 455 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say till now, that talked of Rome, That her wide walls encompassed but one man ? Now is it Rome indeed and room enough, When there is in it but one only man.
Page 207 - gainst his glory fight, And time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 166 - We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
Page 118 - Greek tragedy by suggesting the suspicion of an arri&re pensie, of the poet's face behind the mask, surveying his own creations with a sardonic smile. It puts in the place of the Athenian spectator, with his boundless susceptibility of emotion, an imaginary reader or student, who has leisure to reflect on matters external to the immediate action, and abundant calmness of judgment to give a dispassionate verdict in the controversy between God and man.
Page 477 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.