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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... thefe younger times ; Which , follow'd well , would now demonstrate them But goers backward . Ber . His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb ; So in approof lives not his epitaph , As in your royal ...
... thefe younger times ; Which , follow'd well , would now demonstrate them But goers backward . Ber . His good remembrance , Sir , Lies richer in your thoughts , than on his tomb ; So in approof lives not his epitaph , As in your royal ...
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... thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances ...
... thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances ...
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... thefe balls bound , there's noife in it.— ' Tis hard ; A young man married , is a man that's marr'd : Therefore away , and leave her bravely ; go ,・ The The King hath done you wrong : but , hush 34 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & t z .
... thefe balls bound , there's noife in it.— ' Tis hard ; A young man married , is a man that's marr'd : Therefore away , and leave her bravely ; go ,・ The The King hath done you wrong : but , hush 34 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & t z .
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... , He were much goodlier . Is't not a handfome gentle- man ? Hel . I like him well . Dia . ' Tis pity he is not honeft ; yond's that fame knave , Σ That That leads him to thefe places ; were I his Sc . 8. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 47.
... , He were much goodlier . Is't not a handfome gentle- man ? Hel . I like him well . Dia . ' Tis pity he is not honeft ; yond's that fame knave , Σ That That leads him to thefe places ; were I his Sc . 8. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 47.
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. That leads him to thefe places ; were I his lady , I'd poifon that vile rafcal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia . That jack - an - apes with scarfs . Why is he melancholy ? Hel . Perchance he's hurt i ' th ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. That leads him to thefe places ; were I his lady , I'd poifon that vile rafcal . Hel . Which is he ? Dia . That jack - an - apes with scarfs . Why is he melancholy ? Hel . Perchance he's hurt i ' th ...
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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...