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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... ftay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark- 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too ...
... ftay be- hind us ! Par . ' Tis not his fault ; the fpark- 2 Lord . Oh , ' tis brave wars . Par . Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too ...
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... ftay not ; but in hafte to horfe . Hel . I fhall not break your bidding , good my Lord . [ Exit Helena . Ber . Where are my other men , Monfieur ? -farewel . Go thou tow'rd home , where I will never come , Whilft I can fhake my fword ...
... ftay not ; but in hafte to horfe . Hel . I fhall not break your bidding , good my Lord . [ Exit Helena . Ber . Where are my other men , Monfieur ? -farewel . Go thou tow'rd home , where I will never come , Whilft I can fhake my fword ...
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... ftay here to do ' t ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark ...
... ftay here to do ' t ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ! end , day ! For with the dark ...
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... ftay a month longer . I am a fellow o ' th ' ftrangeft mind i ' th ' world . I delight in masks and revels fometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at thefe kickfhaws , Knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatsoever he be ...
... ftay a month longer . I am a fellow o ' th ' ftrangeft mind i ' th ' world . I delight in masks and revels fometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at thefe kickfhaws , Knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatsoever he be ...
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... ftay no longer ? nor will not that I go with you ? you Seb . By your patience , no : my ftars fhine darkly over me ; the malignancy of my fate might , perhaps , diftemper your's ; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave , that I may ...
... ftay no longer ? nor will not that I go with you ? you Seb . By your patience , no : my ftars fhine darkly over me ; the malignancy of my fate might , perhaps , diftemper your's ; therefore I fhall crave of you your leave , that I may ...
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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 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 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 252 - 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 241 - 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.