Works, Zväzok 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Strana 20
... Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do , can do no hurt to try ...
... Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part : I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do , can do no hurt to try ...
Strana 21
... Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'it thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the fun fhall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift ...
... Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'it thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the fun fhall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift ...
Strana 30
... art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that thou'rt fcarce worth . Par . Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee- - Laf . Do not plunge thyfelf too far in anger , left thou haften thy trial , which if , - Lord have ...
... art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that thou'rt fcarce worth . Par . Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee- - Laf . Do not plunge thyfelf too far in anger , left thou haften thy trial , which if , - Lord have ...
Strana 31
... thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! Well , I must be patient ... art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon ...
... thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! Well , I must be patient ... art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon ...
Strana 33
... thou'rt a knave . Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir , before a knave th'art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knaye . This had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee , Clo . Did you find me in ...
... thou'rt a knave . Clo . You fhould have faid , Sir , before a knave th'art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knaye . This had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee , Clo . Did you find me in ...
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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.