Works, Zväzok 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Strana 30
... master ! Laf . Are you companion to the Count Roufillon ? Par . To any Count ; to all Counts ; to what is man . Laf . To what is Count's man ; Count's mafter is of another style . Par . You are too old , Sir ; let it fatisfy you , you ...
... master ! Laf . Are you companion to the Count Roufillon ? Par . To any Count ; to all Counts ; to what is man . Laf . To what is Count's man ; Count's mafter is of another style . Par . You are too old , Sir ; let it fatisfy you , you ...
Strana 31
... master's married ; there's news for you ; you have a new mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordfhip to make fome reférvation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par ...
... master's married ; there's news for you ; you have a new mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordfhip to make fome reférvation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par ...
Strana 33
... master's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of nothing . Par . Away , thou'rt a knave . Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir ...
... master's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of nothing . Par . Away , thou'rt a knave . Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir ...
Strana 96
... master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewell , fair cruelty . Oli . What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes , yet my flate is well : I am a gentleman -I'll be fworn thou art . Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions , and spirit ...
... master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewell , fair cruelty . Oli . What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes , yet my flate is well : I am a gentleman -I'll be fworn thou art . Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions , and spirit ...
Strana 142
... master's spight . Come , boy , with me ; my thoughts are ripe in mischief . I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love , To fpight a raven's heart within a dove . [ Duke going Vio . And I moft jocund , apt , and willingly , To do you reft a ...
... master's spight . Come , boy , with me ; my thoughts are ripe in mischief . I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love , To fpight a raven's heart within a dove . [ Duke going Vio . And I moft jocund , apt , and willingly , To do you reft 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.