The Works of Shakespeare, Volym 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... whofe worthiness would ftir it up where it wanted , rather than flack it where there is fuch abundance . ( 1 ) whofe Worthiness would flir it up where it wanted , rather than lack it where there is fuch Abundance . ] An Oppofition of ...
... whofe worthiness would ftir it up where it wanted , rather than flack it where there is fuch abundance . ( 1 ) whofe Worthiness would flir it up where it wanted , rather than lack it where there is fuch Abundance . ] An Oppofition of ...
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... whofe practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ! ) whofe ...
... whofe practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ! ) whofe ...
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... whofe apprehenfive fenfes All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Meer fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fashions : this he wish'd . I , after him , do after him wish too , ( Since I nor wax ...
... whofe apprehenfive fenfes All but new things difdain ; whofe judgments are Meer fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fashions : this he wish'd . I , after him , do after him wish too , ( Since I nor wax ...
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... Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then , give pity To her , whose ftate is fuch , that cannot chuse But lend ...
... Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then , give pity To her , whose ftate is fuch , that cannot chuse But lend ...
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... Whofe want , and whofe delay , is ftrew'd with fweets Which they diftil now in the curbed time , To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will elfe ? Par . That you will take your ...
... Whofe want , and whofe delay , is ftrew'd with fweets Which they diftil now in the curbed time , To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will elfe ? Par . That you will take your ...
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Sida 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? 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.
Sida 376 - 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.
Sida 133 - 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.
Sida 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Sida 97 - 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.