Works, Volume 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... give pity To her , whofe ftate is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where fhe is fure to lose ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Το Count . Had you not ...
... give pity To her , whofe ftate is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where fhe is fure to lose ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But , riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Το Count . Had you not ...
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... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave ...
... give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave ...
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... give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . If King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey ...
... give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . If King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey ...
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... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
... give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel ...
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... give consent . Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myfelf against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft fure , My art is not paft power , nor you past cure . King ...
... give consent . Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim Myfelf against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft fure , My art is not paft power , nor you past cure . King ...
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Página 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Página 330 - 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 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.