The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... you mov'd , my lord ? Leo . No , in good earnest . How fometimes nature will betray its folly ! Its tenderness ! and make it self a pastime L 4 Το To harder bofoms ! Looking on the lines Of my The WINTER'S TALE . 247.
... you mov'd , my lord ? Leo . No , in good earnest . How fometimes nature will betray its folly ! Its tenderness ! and make it self a pastime L 4 Το To harder bofoms ! Looking on the lines Of my The WINTER'S TALE . 247.
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... self - evident . Camillo will not be perfuaded into a Sufpicion of the Difloyalty imputed to his Mi- trefs . The King , who believes Nothing but his Jealousy , pro- vok'd that Camillo is so obftinately diffident , finely ftarts into a ...
... self - evident . Camillo will not be perfuaded into a Sufpicion of the Difloyalty imputed to his Mi- trefs . The King , who believes Nothing but his Jealousy , pro- vok'd that Camillo is so obftinately diffident , finely ftarts into a ...
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... self , The gracious mark o'th ' land , you have obfcur'd With a fwain's wearing ; and me , poor lowly maid , Moft goddess - like prank'd up . But that our feasts โก In every mes have folly , and the feeders Digeft 292 The WINTER'S TALE .
... self , The gracious mark o'th ' land , you have obfcur'd With a fwain's wearing ; and me , poor lowly maid , Moft goddess - like prank'd up . But that our feasts โก In every mes have folly , and the feeders Digeft 292 The WINTER'S TALE .
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... self , Too noble for this place . Cam . He tells her fomething , ( 13 ) That makes her blood look out : good footh , fhe is The Queen of curds and cream . Clo . Come on , strike up . Dor . Mopfa must be your mistrefs ; marry , garlick ...
... self , Too noble for this place . Cam . He tells her fomething , ( 13 ) That makes her blood look out : good footh , fhe is The Queen of curds and cream . Clo . Come on , strike up . Dor . Mopfa must be your mistrefs ; marry , garlick ...
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... self . Leo . Whilft I remember Her and her virtues , I cannot forget My blemishes in them , and fo ftill think of The wrong I did my felf ; which was fo much , That heir - lefs it hath made my Kingdom ; and Destroy'd the fweet'ft ...
... self . Leo . Whilft I remember Her and her virtues , I cannot forget My blemishes in them , and fo ftill think of The wrong I did my felf ; which was fo much , That heir - lefs it hath made my Kingdom ; and Destroy'd the fweet'ft ...
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Seite 70 - 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.
Seite 137 - 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 384 - 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 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 384 - 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.
Seite 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 101 - 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 419 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.