The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together : our virtues would be proud , if our faults whipt them not ; and our crimes would defpair if they were not cherish'd by our virtues . Enter a Servant .
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together : our virtues would be proud , if our faults whipt them not ; and our crimes would defpair if they were not cherish'd by our virtues . Enter a Servant .
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