Shakespeare Illustrated by Old Authors, Teil 2Longmans, Green, and Company, 1868 - 64 Seiten |
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... Latines having no fitte term to give him called it by a name of event , for ( said they ) many words of one nature and sence , one of them doth expound another . And therefore they called this figure the Interpreter . I for my part had ...
... Latines having no fitte term to give him called it by a name of event , for ( said they ) many words of one nature and sence , one of them doth expound another . And therefore they called this figure the Interpreter . I for my part had ...
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... Latines ' having no fitte terms to give him , called it by a name of event . ' Pyr . Sweet Moon , I thank thee for thy sunny beams ; I thank thee , Moon , for shining now so bright ; For , by thy gracious , golden , glittering gleams ...
... Latines ' having no fitte terms to give him , called it by a name of event . ' Pyr . Sweet Moon , I thank thee for thy sunny beams ; I thank thee , Moon , for shining now so bright ; For , by thy gracious , golden , glittering gleams ...
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... Latines Sub- junctio ; we may call him the underlay . Methinks if we regard his manner of iteration , and would depart from the originall , we might very properly in our vulgar and for pleasure call him the cuckowspell , for right as ...
... Latines Sub- junctio ; we may call him the underlay . Methinks if we regard his manner of iteration , and would depart from the originall , we might very properly in our vulgar and for pleasure call him the cuckowspell , for right as ...
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... Latines call Traductio , and I the tranlacer : which is when ye turne and tranlace a word into many sundry shapes as the Tailor doth his garment , and after that sort do play with him in your dittie , as thus : Who lives in love his ...
... Latines call Traductio , and I the tranlacer : which is when ye turne and tranlace a word into many sundry shapes as the Tailor doth his garment , and after that sort do play with him in your dittie , as thus : Who lives in love his ...
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affection Armado Arte of English better Biron blade Book Canto caterpillars Chap constable death Demosthenes Disabler doth Echo sound English Poesie Epitheton Epizeuxis eyes Faerie Queene favour fellow of thy figure of store fill his verse fool give hath Henry Henry IV Henry VI Holofernes honour husband at home iteration Justices king Latines Lear litle live lord love of soul Love's Labour's Lost Maryne meetre Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream mistress moppes Moth never night oath Philino Polemon Puttenham says Richard Richard II Rosalind Saint Nicholas sence servant shew sort of repetition speak speech SPENSER swear sweet sword tall fellow tender juvenal thee thing think that Shakespeare Thisby thou wilt thy hands tough senior TRANLACER Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night unto verse with words warre weemen Winter's Tale γὰρ δὲ καὶ μὲν τὸν τῶν
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Seite 9 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Seite 36 - 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.
Seite 25 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend : If you pardon, we will mend.
Seite 63 - Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and Our sins, lay on the king !—we must bear all.
Seite 62 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.
Seite 61 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Seite 34 - 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...
Seite 62 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Seite 20 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Seite 41 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenity and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place?