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... ground of study's excellence 1 I print the passages here for the convenience of the reader in com- paring them instead of referring him to the text of the play . Without the beauty of a woman's face ? From women's Introduction II.
... ground of study's excellence 1 I print the passages here for the convenience of the reader in com- paring them instead of referring him to the text of the play . Without the beauty of a woman's face ? From women's Introduction II.
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... beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself , And where we are our learning likewise is ; Then when ourselves we see in ladies ' eyes , Do we not likewise see our learning there ? O , we have made a vow to study ...
... beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself , And where we are our learning likewise is ; Then when ourselves we see in ladies ' eyes , Do we not likewise see our learning there ? O , we have made a vow to study ...
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... beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues . I am less proud to hear you tell my worth Than you much willing to be ...
... beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye , Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues . I am less proud to hear you tell my worth Than you much willing to be ...
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... beauty , I am fair that shoot , And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot . ΙΟ Forester . Pardon me , madam , for I meant not so . Princess . What , what ? first praise me and again say no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack ...
... beauty , I am fair that shoot , And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot . ΙΟ Forester . Pardon me , madam , for I meant not so . Princess . What , what ? first praise me and again say no ? O short - liv'd pride ! Not fair ? alack ...
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... beauty . Rosaline . Finely put off ! Boyet . My lady goes to kill horns ; but , if thou marry , Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry . III Finely put on ! Rosaline . Well , then , I am the shooter . Boyet . And who is your ...
... beauty . Rosaline . Finely put off ! Boyet . My lady goes to kill horns ; but , if thou marry , Hang me by the neck if horns that year miscarry . III Finely put on ! Rosaline . Well , then , I am the shooter . Boyet . And who is your ...
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Seite 96 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain, But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye ; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind ; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd : Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails: Love's...
Seite 143 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 97 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: Then fools you were these women to forswear; Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
Seite 32 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Seite 97 - For valour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair. And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Seite 51 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 220 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none...
Seite 12 - Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs...
Seite 143 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 143 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...