The Works of William Shakespeare; In Thirty-Nine Volumes, Edited from the Original Texts, by H. Arthur Doubleday, with the Assistance of T. Gregory Foster and Robert Elson Volume 39
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ... feeding; And sick of welfare found a kind of meetness To be diseased, ere that there was true needing. Thus policy in love, to anticipate The ills that were not, grew to faults assured, And brought to medicine a healthful state, Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured. But thence I learn, and find the lesson true, Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.. _ CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecs foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears Still losing when I saw myself to win! 4 What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never! How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted i. In the distraction of this madding fever! 8 O benefit of ill! now I find true That better is by evil still made better; And ruined love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. 12 So I return rebuked to my content, And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent. ' Sonnets. CXX... That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. 4 For if you were by my unkindness shaken, As I by yours, you've passed a hell of time; And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. 8 O, that our night of woe might have remembered My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, And soon to you, as you to me, then tendered The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits! 12 But that your trespass now becomes a fee; Mine ransoms yours and yours must ransom me. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so...
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