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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... prince is that ? Clo . The black prince , Sir , alias the prince of dark- nefs , alias the devil . Laf . Hold thee , there's my purfe ; I give thee not this to feduce thee from thy mafter thou talk'st of , ferve him ftill . Clo . I'm a ...
... prince is that ? Clo . The black prince , Sir , alias the prince of dark- nefs , alias the devil . Laf . Hold thee , there's my purfe ; I give thee not this to feduce thee from thy mafter thou talk'st of , ferve him ftill . Clo . I'm a ...
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... prince Maurice's army . He was the greatest General of that age , and the conductor of the Low country wars a- gainst Spain , under whom all the English Gentry and Nobility were bred to the fervice . Being frequently ove borne with ...
... prince Maurice's army . He was the greatest General of that age , and the conductor of the Low country wars a- gainst Spain , under whom all the English Gentry and Nobility were bred to the fervice . Being frequently ove borne with ...
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... prince's word , When thou didft make him mafter of thy bed , To do him all the grace and good I could . Go , fome of you , knock at the abbey - gate ; And bid the Lady Abbefs come to me . I will determine this before I ftir . SCENE IV ...
... prince's word , When thou didft make him mafter of thy bed , To do him all the grace and good I could . Go , fome of you , knock at the abbey - gate ; And bid the Lady Abbefs come to me . I will determine this before I ftir . SCENE IV ...
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... Prince , against that woman there : She whom thou gav'ft to me to be my wife ; That hath abufed and difhonour'd me , Ev'n in the ftrength and height of injury . Beyond imagination is the wrong , That the this day hath fhameless thrown ...
... Prince , against that woman there : She whom thou gav'ft to me to be my wife ; That hath abufed and difhonour'd me , Ev'n in the ftrength and height of injury . Beyond imagination is the wrong , That the this day hath fhameless thrown ...
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... prince , as we Do feem to be of ours ? Pol . If at home , Sir , He's all my exercife , my mirth , my matter : Now my fworn friend , and then mine enemy ; My parafite , my foldier , statesman , all . He makes a July's day fhort as ...
... prince , as we Do feem to be of ours ? Pol . If at home , Sir , He's all my exercife , my mirth , my matter : Now my fworn friend , and then mine enemy ; My parafite , my foldier , statesman , all . He makes a July's day fhort as ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...