The Works of Shakespeare, Zväzok 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... reason ? Clo . Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , fuch as they are . Count . May the world know them ? Clo . I have been , Madam , a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may ...
... reason ? Clo . Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , fuch as they are . Count . May the world know them ? Clo . I have been , Madam , a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may ...
Strana 18
... Reason ; Love , no God , for another ; - what could She then more naturally fubjoin , than as I have amended in the Text ? Diana , no Queen of Virgins , that would suffer her poor Knight to be furpriz'd without Refcue , & c . For in ...
... Reason ; Love , no God , for another ; - what could She then more naturally fubjoin , than as I have amended in the Text ? Diana , no Queen of Virgins , that would suffer her poor Knight to be furpriz'd without Refcue , & c . For in ...
Strana 30
... Reason why it should be interrupted here . I rather imagire , the Poet wrote ; Ay , by my Scepter , and my Hopes of Heaven . Dr. Thirlby . Count . Count . But to the court ? why , what 30 All's well , that Ends well .
... Reason why it should be interrupted here . I rather imagire , the Poet wrote ; Ay , by my Scepter , and my Hopes of Heaven . Dr. Thirlby . Count . Count . But to the court ? why , what 30 All's well , that Ends well .
Strana 32
... one unalterable Property of Philofophy , to make seeming ftrange and preternatural Phænomena familiar , and reduceable to Cause and Reason . Hence Hence is it , that we make trifles of terrors 32 All's well , that Ends well .
... one unalterable Property of Philofophy , to make seeming ftrange and preternatural Phænomena familiar , and reduceable to Cause and Reason . Hence Hence is it , that we make trifles of terrors 32 All's well , that Ends well .
Strana 47
... reasons of this war , Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth , And more thirsts after . 1 Lord . Holy feems the quarrel Upon your Grace's part ; but black and fearful On the oppofer . Duke . Therefore we marvel much , our coufin ...
... reasons of this war , Whofe great decifion hath much blood let forth , And more thirsts after . 1 Lord . Holy feems the quarrel Upon your Grace's part ; but black and fearful On the oppofer . Duke . Therefore we marvel much , our coufin ...
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Strana 246 - 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.
Strana 376 - 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.
Strana 133 - 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.
Strana 407 - 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.
Strana 97 - 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.