The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Band 3 |
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... a traitrefs , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring concord ; and his difcord dulcet ; His faith , his fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious christendoms , That blinking Cupid goffips .
... a traitrefs , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring concord ; and his difcord dulcet ; His faith , his fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious christendoms , That blinking Cupid goffips .
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My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my ...
My mafter , my dear Lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; would you were , ( So that my Lord , your son , were not my ...
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... And of his old experience th ' only darling , He bade me store up , as a triple eye , Safer than mine own two : more dear I have fo And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear ...
... And of his old experience th ' only darling , He bade me store up , as a triple eye , Safer than mine own two : more dear I have fo And hearing your high Majefty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear ...
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Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not 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 ...
Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not 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 ...
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Methinks , in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth fpeak : His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoffibility would flay In common fenfe , fenfe faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of ...
Methinks , in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth fpeak : His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoffibility would flay In common fenfe , fenfe faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of ...
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Seite 103 - 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 396 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 260 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Seite 142 - 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.