The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure

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Ginn & Heath, 1880
 

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Strana 166 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Strana 185 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world: or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: — 'tis too horrible!
Strana 149 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Strana 145 - 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, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Strana 200 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Strana 248 - Now, as fond fathers Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sight, For terror, not to use ; in time the rod Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd : so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
Strana 134 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely...
Strana 240 - I partly think, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Till he did look on me : since it is so, Let him not die. My brother had but justice, In that he did the thing for which he died...
Strana 163 - Alas, alas ! Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy.

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