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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... yourself : many likelihoods inform'd me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could . neither believe nor mifdoubt . Pray you , leave me : ftall ftall this in your bofom , and I thank you 14 ALL'S WELL THAT ...
... yourself : many likelihoods inform'd me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could . neither believe nor mifdoubt . Pray you , leave me : ftall ftall this in your bofom , and I thank you 14 ALL'S WELL THAT ...
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... yourself , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe ...
... yourself , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe ...
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... yourself within the list of too cold an adieu ; be more expreflive to them , for they wear themselves in the cap of the time there to mufter true gate , eat , fpeak , and move under the in- fluence of the moft receiv'd ftar : and tho ...
... yourself within the list of too cold an adieu ; be more expreflive to them , for they wear themselves in the cap of the time there to mufter true gate , eat , fpeak , and move under the in- fluence of the moft receiv'd ftar : and tho ...
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... yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape yet , - [ To the fourth . Par . I am fure thy father drunk wine.- Laf . But if thou be'st not an ass , I am a Youth of fourteen . , I have ...
... yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape yet , - [ To the fourth . Par . I am fure thy father drunk wine.- Laf . But if thou be'st not an ass , I am a Youth of fourteen . , I have ...
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... yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and E 2 much 0 % much fool may you find in you , even to Sc . 9. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 35 The King hath done you wrong: but, hush...
... yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and E 2 much 0 % much fool may you find in you , even to Sc . 9. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 35 The King hath done you wrong: but, hush...
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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...