The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring concord ; and his discord dulcet ; His faith , his fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendoms , That blinking Cupid goffips . I know not , what he fhall ...
... dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring concord ; and his discord dulcet ; His faith , his fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious chriftendoms , That blinking Cupid goffips . I know not , what he fhall ...
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... dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) ...
... dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' would you were , ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) ...
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... dear I have fo ; And hearing your high Majesty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power , I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all bound humbleness . King . We ...
... dear I have fo ; And hearing your high Majesty is touch'd With that malignant caufe , wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power , I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all bound humbleness . King . We ...
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... Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim My felf against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know most fure , My art is not past power ...
... Dear Sir , to my endeavours give confent , Of heav'n , not me , make an experiment . I am not an impoftor , that proclaim My felf against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know most fure , My art is not past power ...
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... dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life , in thee hath estimate : ( 9 ) Youth , beauty , wifdom , courage , virtue , all That happiness and prime can happy call ; Thou this to hazard , needs must intimate Skill infinite ...
... dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life , in thee hath estimate : ( 9 ) Youth , beauty , wifdom , courage , virtue , all That happiness and prime can happy call ; Thou this to hazard , needs must intimate Skill infinite ...
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Página 70 - 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.
Página 137 - 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 384 - 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 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Página 384 - 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.
Página 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 101 - 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.
Página 419 - 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.