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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... thought you affect a forrow , than to have it . Hel . I do affect a forrow , indeed , but I have it too . Laf ... thoughts , be fervants to you ? Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty ...
... thought you affect a forrow , than to have it . Hel . I do affect a forrow , indeed , but I have it too . Laf ... thoughts , be fervants to you ? Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell , pretty ...
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... thoughts , than on his tomb ; So in approof lives not his epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted ...
... thoughts , than on his tomb ; So in approof lives not his epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! he would always fay , ( Methinks I hear him now ; his plaufive words He scatter'd not in ears , but grafted ...
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... thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftran- ger fenfe . Her matter was , fhe lov'd your fon : For- tune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put fuch dif- ference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god , that would ...
... thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftran- ger fenfe . Her matter was , fhe lov'd your fon : For- tune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put fuch dif- ference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god , that would ...
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... thought them none . Here eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . ; Why not a mother ? when ...
... thought them none . Here eye is fick on't ; I obferve her now . Hel . What is your pleasure , Madam ? Count . Helen , you know , I am a mother to you . Hel . Mine honourable Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . ; Why not a mother ? when ...
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... thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffiont , Wisdom , and conftancy , hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame my weaknefs will you fee her , For that is her demand , and know ...
... thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffiont , Wisdom , and conftancy , hath amaz'd me more Than I dare blame my weaknefs will you fee her , For that is her demand , and know ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...