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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... never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , By virtuous qualities here are not meant thofe of a moral kind , but fuch as are acquired by erudition and good ...
... never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , By virtuous qualities here are not meant thofe of a moral kind , but fuch as are acquired by erudition and good ...
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... never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That ...
... never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That ...
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... never virgin got , til virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found ; by being ever kept , it is ever loft ; it is too cold a companion : away with ...
... never virgin got , til virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found ; by being ever kept , it is ever loft ; it is too cold a companion : away with ...
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... never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Moufieur Parolles , you were born ...
... never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Moufieur Parolles , you were born ...
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... never have the bleffing of God , till I have iffue of my body ; for they fay , bearns are bleffings , Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he ...
... never have the bleffing of God , till I have iffue of my body ; for they fay , bearns are bleffings , Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am dri- ven on by the flesh ; and he ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.