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Página 83 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 86 - I'd have you do it ever ; when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : when you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Página 6 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Htr. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i...
Página ix - Videlicet Pope ! He said further to Drummond, Shakspeare wanted art, and sometimes sense ; for in one of his plays he brought in a number of men, saying they had suffered shipwreck in Bohemia, where is no sea near by a hundred miles.
Página 83 - Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, — the fairest flowers o...
Página 89 - Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow ; Gloves as sweet as damask roses ; Masks for faces and for noses ; Bugle bracelet, necklace-amber, Perfume for a lady's chamber : Golden quoifs, and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears ¡ Pins, and poking-sticks of steel ; What maids lack from head to heel. Come, buy of me, come : come buy, come buy ; Buy lads, or else your lasses cry. Come, buy, &c.