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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Strana 9
... those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do suppose , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me , But my intents are fix'd , and will not ...
... those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do suppose , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me , But my intents are fix'd , and will not ...
Strana 19
... those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too early.- Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , steal away bravely . Ber . Shall I ftay here the forehorfe to a fmock , * The ...
... those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too early.- Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , steal away bravely . Ber . Shall I ftay here the forehorfe to a fmock , * The ...
Strana 78
... those are mine ; You give away myself , which is known mine ; For I by vow am fo embodied your's , That the which marries you , must marry me , Either both or none . Laf . Your reputation comes too fhort for my daugh- ter , you are no ...
... those are mine ; You give away myself , which is known mine ; For I by vow am fo embodied your's , That the which marries you , must marry me , Either both or none . Laf . Your reputation comes too fhort for my daugh- ter , you are no ...
Strana 149
... those swearings keep as true in foul , As doth that orbed continent the fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds . Vio . The captain that did bring me first on fhore , Hath ...
... those swearings keep as true in foul , As doth that orbed continent the fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds . Vio . The captain that did bring me first on fhore , Hath ...
Strana 165
... those , but he hath the wit to lofe his hair . Ant . Why , thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit . S. Dro . The plainer dealer , the fooner loft ; yet he lofeth it in a kind of jollity . Ant . For what reafon ? S. Dr ...
... those , but he hath the wit to lofe his hair . Ant . Why , thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit . S. Dro . The plainer dealer , the fooner loft ; yet he lofeth it in a kind of jollity . Ant . For what reafon ? S. Dr ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...