Shakespere's Works, Volumen9

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D. Appleton, 1897
 

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Página 235 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 205 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Página 195 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Página 252 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 194 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 194 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'ein, ' Brutus ' will start a spirit as soon as
Página 267 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
Página 156 - Will knit and break religions, bless the accurs'd, Make the hoar leprosy ador'd, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench : this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again ; She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices 40 To the April day again. Come, damned earth, Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds Among the rout of nations, I will make thee Do thy right nature.
Página 66 - 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 ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 25 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers

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