The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... ftill , if knowledge could be fet up against mortality . Ber . What is it , my good lord , the King languishes ef ? Laf . A fiftula , my lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would , it were not notorious . Was this gen ...
... ftill , if knowledge could be fet up against mortality . Ber . What is it , my good lord , the King languishes ef ? Laf . A fiftula , my lord . Ber . I heard not of it before . Laf . I would , it were not notorious . Was this gen ...
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... ftill pour in the waters of my love , And lack not to lofe ftill ; thus , Indian - like , Religious in mine error , I adore The fun that looks upon his worshipper , But knows of him no more . My deareft Madam , Let not your hate ...
... ftill pour in the waters of my love , And lack not to lofe ftill ; thus , Indian - like , Religious in mine error , I adore The fun that looks upon his worshipper , But knows of him no more . My deareft Madam , Let not your hate ...
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... ftill rely . More fhould I queftion thee , and more I must ; ( Tho ' more to know , could not be more to trust :) From whence thou cam'ft , how tended on , - but rest Unqueftion'd welcome , and undoubted blest . Give me fome help here ...
... ftill rely . More fhould I queftion thee , and more I must ; ( Tho ' more to know , could not be more to trust :) From whence thou cam'ft , how tended on , - but rest Unqueftion'd welcome , and undoubted blest . Give me fome help here ...
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... ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony , I would , fhe did , as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a man's tongue fhakes out his ...
... ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her mony , I would , fhe did , as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a man's tongue fhakes out his ...
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... ftill - piercing air , That fings with piercing , do not touch my lord : Whoever fhoots at him , I fet him there , Whoever charges on his forward breast , I am the caitiff , that do hold him to it ; And tho ' I kill him not , I am the ...
... ftill - piercing air , That fings with piercing , do not touch my lord : Whoever fhoots at him , I fet him there , Whoever charges on his forward breast , I am the caitiff , that do hold him to it ; And tho ' I kill him not , I am the ...
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Página 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Página 376 - 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.
Página 133 - 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.
Página 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 97 - 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.