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Page 357 - O most pernicious woman ! 0 villain, villain, smiling, damned villain ! My tables/' — meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain ; At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark : [Writing. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
Page 93 - Sleep no more ! Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave ' of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .
Page 302 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 93 - Methought I heard a voice cry, " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep," — the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast — Lady M.
Page 345 - But, when he speaks, what elocution flows! Soft as the fleeces of descending snows, The copious accents fall, with easy art; Melting they fall, and sink into the heart! Wondering we hear, and fix'd in deep surprise, Our ears refute the censure of our eyes.
Page 101 - Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede, Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field, More spoils than honour to the victor yield. A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold, The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold, Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, Been from all ages kept for you to tame. Whom the old Roman wall...
Page 207 - It is reconciled in policy ; and politics ought to be adjusted, not to human reasonings, but to human nature ; of which the reason is but a part, and by no means the greatest part.
Page 19 - That in the university of Oxford, the greater part of the public professors have for these many years given up altogether even the pretence of teaching.
Page 117 - O thou ! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff or Gulliver ! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais...
Page 209 - You'll expect some short account of my journey to this great city. To tell you the truth, I made very few remarks as I rolled along, for my mind was occupied with many thoughts, and my eyes often filled with tears, when I reflected on all the dear friends I left behind...