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.]., Volumen3 |
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... say you of this gen- tlewoman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modesty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when ...
... say you of this gen- tlewoman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modesty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when ...
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... say , I am thy mother ? what's the matter , That this distemper'd messenger of wet , The many - colour'd Iris , round thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? - Hel . That I am not . Count . I say I am your mother . Hel . Pardon ...
... say , I am thy mother ? what's the matter , That this distemper'd messenger of wet , The many - colour'd Iris , round thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? - Hel . That I am not . Count . I say I am your mother . Hel . Pardon ...
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... say . Laf . That gave him out incurable , - Par . Why , there ' tis , so say I too . Laf . Not to be help'd , - Par . Right , as ' twere a man assur'd of an Laf . Uncertain life , and fure death , - Par . Just , you say well : fo would ...
... say . Laf . That gave him out incurable , - Par . Why , there ' tis , so say I too . Laf . Not to be help'd , - Par . Right , as ' twere a man assur'd of an Laf . Uncertain life , and fure death , - Par . Just , you say well : fo would ...
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... say it was in stratagem . Lord . ' Twould not do . [ Afide . Par . Or to drown my cloaths , and say I was stript . Lord . Hardly serve . [ Afide . Par . Though I swore I leap'd from the window of the citadel Lord . How deep ? Par ...
... say it was in stratagem . Lord . ' Twould not do . [ Afide . Par . Or to drown my cloaths , and say I was stript . Lord . Hardly serve . [ Afide . Par . Though I swore I leap'd from the window of the citadel Lord . How deep ? Par ...
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... say no- thing of me ; hush ! hush ! 1 Lord . Hoodman comes : Portotartarossa . Int . He calls for the tortures ; what will you fay without ' em ? Par . I will confefs what I know without constraint ; if ye pinch me like a pasty , I can say ...
... say no- thing of me ; hush ! hush ! 1 Lord . Hoodman comes : Portotartarossa . Int . He calls for the tortures ; what will you fay without ' em ? Par . I will confefs what I know without constraint ; if ye pinch me like a pasty , I can say ...
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Página 332 - 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 338 - 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 59 - 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 254 - 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 243 - 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 84 - 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.