Works, Zväzok 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Strana 18
... Sweet Monfieur Parolles ! Par . Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good fparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here ...
... Sweet Monfieur Parolles ! Par . Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good fparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here ...
Strana 22
... Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try : That minifters thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I fpoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! Not helping , death's my fee ; But if I help ...
... Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try : That minifters thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I fpoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! Not helping , death's my fee ; But if I help ...
Strana 34
... sweets . Which they diftil now in the curbed time , To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will elfe ? Par . That you will take your inftant leave o ' th ' King , And make this hafte ...
... sweets . Which they diftil now in the curbed time , To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will elfe ? Par . That you will take your inftant leave o ' th ' King , And make this hafte ...
Strana 80
... sweet . EPILOGUE , [ To Diana [ Exeunt . SPOKEN BY THE KING .. The King's a beggar , now the play is done :: All is well ended , if this fuit be won , That you express content ; which we will pay , With ftrife to pleafe you , day ...
... sweet . EPILOGUE , [ To Diana [ Exeunt . SPOKEN BY THE KING .. The King's a beggar , now the play is done :: All is well ended , if this fuit be won , That you express content ; which we will pay , With ftrife to pleafe you , day ...
Strana 85
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accoft.- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Accoft , I defire better ac ...
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accoft.- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Accoft , I defire better ac ...
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Strana 324 - 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 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Strana 324 - 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.
Strana 330 - 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 57 - 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.