Shakespeare: Casket Story (from Merchant of Venice).

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Tradesman, 1915 - 21 trang
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Trang 14 - The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts...
Trang 14 - Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.
Trang 18 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Trang 4 - First, I commend my soul into the hands of God my creator, hoping, and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting; and my body to the earth whereof it is made.
Trang 17 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; and happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Trang 16 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am : though, for myself alone, I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better ; yet, for you, I would be trebled twenty times ir^self; A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich...
Trang 18 - Sit, Jessica." Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines* of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed chérubins : ь Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,c we cannot hear it.
Trang 12 - You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are: And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing...
Trang 12 - Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire." Silver - "Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves." Lead - "Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.

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