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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... fweet favour !. But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles , One that goes with him : I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious ¡ yar ; " Think him a great way ...
... fweet favour !. But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles , One that goes with him : I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious ¡ yar ; " Think him a great way ...
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... fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious Christendoms , That blinking Cupid goflips . Now fhall he- I know not , & c . Par . That's for advantage . Hel . So is 2 Par . 8 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Aа 1 .
... fweet difafter ; with a world Of pretty fond adoptious Christendoms , That blinking Cupid goflips . Now fhall he- I know not , & c . Par . That's for advantage . Hel . So is 2 Par . 8 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Aа 1 .
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... fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark- 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Most admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the ...
... fweet Lord , that you will stay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark- 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Most admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the ...
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... fweet heart ! Ber . Although before the folemn priest I've fworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , fweet heart ! Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog ...
... fweet heart ! Ber . Although before the folemn priest I've fworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , fweet heart ! Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog ...
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... fweet felf was got . your Dia . She then was honeft . Ber . So fhould you be . Dia . No. My mother did but duty ; fuch , my Lord , As you owe to your wife . Ber . No more o ' that ! I pr'ythee do not strive against my vows : I was ...
... fweet felf was got . your Dia . She then was honeft . Ber . So fhould you be . Dia . No. My mother did but duty ; fuch , my Lord , As you owe to your wife . Ber . No more o ' that ! I pr'ythee do not strive against my vows : I was ...
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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...