Works, Zväzok 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 46.
Strana 5
... himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a defperate offendrefs a- gainft nature . Virginity breeds mites , much like a cheese ; confumes itfelf to the ...
... himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a defperate offendrefs a- gainft nature . Virginity breeds mites , much like a cheese ; confumes itfelf to the ...
Strana 45
... himself : fhe is too mean To have her name repeated ; all her deferving Is a referved honefty , and that I have not heard examin'd . Dia . Alas , poor lady ! ' Tis a hard bondage , to become the wife Of a detefting Lord . Wid . Ah ...
... himself : fhe is too mean To have her name repeated ; all her deferving Is a referved honefty , and that I have not heard examin'd . Dia . Alas , poor lady ! ' Tis a hard bondage , to become the wife Of a detefting Lord . Wid . Ah ...
Strana 49
... himself into a man's favour , and for a week escape a great deal of discoveries ; but when you find him out , you have him ever after . Ber . Why , do you think he will make no deed at all of this , that fo ferioufly he does addrefs himself ...
... himself into a man's favour , and for a week escape a great deal of discoveries ; but when you find him out , you have him ever after . Ber . Why , do you think he will make no deed at all of this , that fo ferioufly he does addrefs himself ...
Strana 56
... himself made in the unchafte compofition . 1 Lord . Now God delay our rebellion ; as we are our- felves , what things are we ! 2 Lord . Merely our own traitors ; and as , in the com- mon course of all treasons we still fee them reveal ...
... himself made in the unchafte compofition . 1 Lord . Now God delay our rebellion ; as we are our- felves , what things are we ! 2 Lord . Merely our own traitors ; and as , in the com- mon course of all treasons we still fee them reveal ...
Strana 58
... himself ? 1 Lord . I have told your worship already : the stocks carry him . But to answer you as you would be under- ftood , he weeps like a wench that had fhed her milk ; he hath confefs'd himself to Morgan , whom he fuppofes to be a ...
... himself ? 1 Lord . I have told your worship already : the stocks carry him . But to answer you as you would be under- ftood , he weeps like a wench that had fhed her milk ; he hath confefs'd himself to Morgan , whom he fuppofes to be a ...
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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.