The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... Queen . Hel . And you , Monarch . Par . No. Hel . And no , ——— III . Par . Are you meditating on virginity ? Hel . Ay ; you have fome stain † of foldier in you ; let me afk you a queftion . Man is enemy to virgini- ty , how may we ...
... Queen . Hel . And you , Monarch . Par . No. Hel . And no , ——— III . Par . Are you meditating on virginity ? Hel . Ay ; you have fome stain † of foldier in you ; let me afk you a queftion . Man is enemy to virgini- ty , how may we ...
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... queen of virgins , that would fuffer her poor knight to be furpris'd without refcue in the firft affault , or ranfom afterward . This fhe deliver'd in the moft bitter touch of forrow that e'er I heard a virgin exclaim in ; which I held ...
... queen of virgins , that would fuffer her poor knight to be furpris'd without refcue in the firft affault , or ranfom afterward . This fhe deliver'd in the moft bitter touch of forrow that e'er I heard a virgin exclaim in ; which I held ...
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... queen of gems , That Nature pranks , her mind , attracts my foul . Vio . But if the cannot love you , Sir- Duke . I cannot be so anfwer'd . Vio . Sooth , but you must . Say , that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as ...
... queen of gems , That Nature pranks , her mind , attracts my foul . Vio . But if the cannot love you , Sir- Duke . I cannot be so anfwer'd . Vio . Sooth , but you must . Say , that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as ...
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... queen . Clown fings . * When that I was a little tiny boy , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain : A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's eftate , With hey , bo , & c . [ Exeunt ...
... queen . Clown fings . * When that I was a little tiny boy , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain : A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's eftate , With hey , bo , & c . [ Exeunt ...
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... Queen , fpeak you . : Her . I had thought , Sir , to've held my peace , until You'ad drawn oaths from him not to stay you , Sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are fure , All in Bithynia's well : this fatisfaction The bygone ...
... Queen , fpeak you . : Her . I had thought , Sir , to've held my peace , until You'ad drawn oaths from him not to stay you , Sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are fure , All in Bithynia's well : this fatisfaction The bygone ...
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Página 116 - 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 336 - 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.
Página 330 - 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 82 - 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 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...