The Youth of Shakspeare, Volumen2

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Página 100 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street, And open fields, and we not...
Página 122 - While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever ; Spend not then his gifts in vain ; Suns that set may rise again ; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Página 178 - While with vain hopes our faculties we tire, We seem to sweat in ice and freeze in fire. What would I do, were this to do again? I would not change my peace of conscience For all the wealth of Europe. — She stirs...
Página 58 - A wonder of thine age throughout Bononia ? How did the university applaud Thy government, behaviour, learning, speech, Sweetness, and all that could make up a man ! I was proud of my tutelage, and chose Rather to leave my books than part with thee. I did so ; but the fruits of all my hopes Are lost in thee, as thou art in thyself.
Página 149 - I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone ; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish.
Página 149 - And worn so by you ; how that foolish man, That reads the story of a woman's face And dies believing it, is lost for ever ; How all the good you have is but a shadow, I...
Página 76 - To those above us ; by whose lights I vow, Those blessed fires that shot to see our sin, If thy hot soul had substance with thy blood, I would kill that too ; which, being past my steel, My tongue shall reach. Thou art a shameless villain ! A thing out of the overcharge of nature; Sent, like a thick cloud, to disperse a plague Upon weak catching women ! such a tyrant, That for his lust would sell away his subjects ! Ay, all his Heaven hereafter ! King.
Página 183 - Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves? Alas, my love, ye do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you so long, Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves?
Página 29 - Oh, what god, Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease Into the noblest minds ! Madam, this grief You add unto me is no more than drops To seas, for which they are not seen to swell ; My lord hath struck his anger through my heart, And let out all the hope of future joys.
Página 3 - Nor is it aught, if from the censuring world I can but hide it. Reputation, Thou art a word, no more ! — But thou hast shown An impudence so high, that to the world I fear thou wilt betray or shame thyself.

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