Apophthegms from the Plays of Shakespeare, by C. Lyndon

Apophthegms from the Plays of Shakespeare, by C. Lyndon

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 edition. Excerpt: ...I., 1. He jests at scars that never felt a wound.--Horn. II., 2. Her eye discourses, I will answer it.--Rom. II., 2. I I, measuring his affections by my own, --that most are busied when they are most alone, --pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, and gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.--Ben. I., 1. I'll now his grievance, or be much denied.--Ben. I., 1. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.--Jul. I., 3. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn.--Rom. I., 4. I talk of dreams; which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy; which is as thin of substance as the air; and more inconstant than the wind, who wooes even now the frozen bosom of the north, and, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, turning his face to the dew-dropping south.--Mer. I., 4. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.--Rom. III., 5. I have more care to stay than will to go.--Rom. III., 5. In one little body thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: for still thy eyes, which I may call a sea, do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; who, --raging with thy tears, and they with them, --without a sudden calm, will overset the tempest-tossed body.--Cap. III., 5. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, that sees into the bottom of my grief.--Ju%. III., 5. It is--music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding.--Pet. IV., 5. I do remember an apothecary, --and hereabouts he dwells, --whom late I noted in tatter'd weeds, with...show more

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  • Paperback | 48 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 104g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236501985
  • 9781236501981