The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... eye fhe is the fweetest lady that I ever looked on . 7 Bene . I can fee yet without fpectacles , and I fee no fuch matter ; there's her coufin , if fhe were not poffeffed with fuch a fury , exceeds her as much in beauty , as the firft ...
... eye fhe is the fweetest lady that I ever looked on . 7 Bene . I can fee yet without fpectacles , and I fee no fuch matter ; there's her coufin , if fhe were not poffeffed with fuch a fury , exceeds her as much in beauty , as the firft ...
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... eye ; That liked , but had a rougher tafk in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love : But now I am returned , and that war - thoughts Have left their places vacant , in their rooms Come thronging foft and delicate defires , All ...
... eye ; That liked , but had a rougher tafk in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love : But now I am returned , and that war - thoughts Have left their places vacant , in their rooms Come thronging foft and delicate defires , All ...
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... eye , uncle , I can fee a church by day - light . Leon . The revellers are entering , brother ; make good room . ( 4 ) If the prince be too importunate . ] This is the reading only of Mr Pope's impreffions , as I can find , and ...
... eye , uncle , I can fee a church by day - light . Leon . The revellers are entering , brother ; make good room . ( 4 ) If the prince be too importunate . ] This is the reading only of Mr Pope's impreffions , as I can find , and ...
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... eye negotiate for itself , And truft no agent ; beauty is a witch , Against whofe charms faith melteth into blood . This is an accident of hourly proof , Which I miftrufted not . Farewel , then , Hero !: Enter BENEDICK . Bene . Count ...
... eye negotiate for itself , And truft no agent ; beauty is a witch , Against whofe charms faith melteth into blood . This is an accident of hourly proof , Which I miftrufted not . Farewel , then , Hero !: Enter BENEDICK . Bene . Count ...
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... eyes ? I cannot tell ; I think not . I will not be fworn but Love may transform me to an oyiter ; but I'll take my oath on it , ' till he have made an oyster of me , he fhall never make me fuch a fool . One woman is fair , yet I am well ...
... eyes ? I cannot tell ; I think not . I will not be fworn but Love may transform me to an oyiter ; but I'll take my oath on it , ' till he have made an oyster of me , he fhall never make me fuch a fool . One woman is fair , yet I am well ...
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Page 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Page 229 - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Page 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.