The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... thing with it ? Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall your master have a thousand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall - God fend him well ! - The court's a learning place - and he is one- Par ...
... thing with it ? Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall your master have a thousand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall - God fend him well ! - The court's a learning place - and he is one- Par ...
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... things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do suppose , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me ...
... things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do suppose , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me ...
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... things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fashions : - this he wifh'd . I , after him , do after him wish too ( Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home ) I quickly were ...
... things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fashions : - this he wifh'd . I , after him , do after him wish too ( Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home ) I quickly were ...
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... things knows , As ' tis with us , that square our guess by fhows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of Heav'n we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment ...
... things knows , As ' tis with us , that square our guess by fhows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of Heav'n we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment ...
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... things may serve long , but not ferve ever . Count . I play the noble hufwife with the time , to entertain it so merrily with a fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -why there't ferves again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your business : give Helen ...
... things may serve long , but not ferve ever . Count . I play the noble hufwife with the time , to entertain it so merrily with a fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -why there't ferves again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your business : give Helen ...
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Página 116 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Página 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 82 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...