The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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The providence , that's in a watchful state , 5 Knows almost every grain of Pluto's
gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; 6 Keeps place with thought ;
and almost , like the gods , Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles , There is
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The providence , that's in a watchful state , 5 Knows almost every grain of Pluto's
gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; 6 Keeps place with thought ;
and almost , like the gods , Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles , There is
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Thus fays Aneas ; one that knows the youth - an impair thought - ) A thought
suitable to the dignity of his character . This word I should have changed to
impure , were I not over - powered by the unanimity of the editors , and
concurrence of the ...
Thus fays Aneas ; one that knows the youth - an impair thought - ) A thought
suitable to the dignity of his character . This word I should have changed to
impure , were I not over - powered by the unanimity of the editors , and
concurrence of the ...
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Mr. Pope reads , Here in the cave , wherein their thoughts do hit The roof of
palaces ;but the sentence breaks off imperfectly . The old editions read , l ' the
cave , whereon the bow their thoughts do hit , & c . Mr. Rowe saw this likewise
was faulty ...
Mr. Pope reads , Here in the cave , wherein their thoughts do hit The roof of
palaces ;but the sentence breaks off imperfectly . The old editions read , l ' the
cave , whereon the bow their thoughts do hit , & c . Mr. Rowe saw this likewise
was faulty ...
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All good seeming By thy revolt , oh , husband , shall be thought Put on for villainy
; not born where't grows ; But worn , a bait for ladies . Pif . Good madam , hear me
Imo . True honelt men being heard , like false Æneas , Were , in his time ...
All good seeming By thy revolt , oh , husband , shall be thought Put on for villainy
; not born where't grows ; But worn , a bait for ladies . Pif . Good madam , hear me
Imo . True honelt men being heard , like false Æneas , Were , in his time ...
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You sulphurous and ' thought - executing fires , Vaunt - couriers of oak - cleaving
thunder - bolts , Singe my white head ! And thou all - Shaking thunder , 2 Strike
flat the thick rotundity o ' the world ! 3 Crack nature's mould , all germins spill at ...
You sulphurous and ' thought - executing fires , Vaunt - couriers of oak - cleaving
thunder - bolts , Singe my white head ! And thou all - Shaking thunder , 2 Strike
flat the thick rotundity o ' the world ! 3 Crack nature's mould , all germins spill at ...
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Seite 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Seite 462 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Seite 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Seite 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Seite 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Seite 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Seite 451 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Seite 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Seite 84 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...