Works, Volym 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... thofe hopes of her good , that her education promifes her : difpofition fhe inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities * , there commendations go with pity ; they are virtues and ...
... thofe hopes of her good , that her education promifes her : difpofition fhe inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities * , there commendations go with pity ; they are virtues and ...
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... thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That I fhould love a bright ...
... thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That I fhould love a bright ...
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... thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The king's difeafe - my project may deceive me . my intents are fix'd , and will not leave ...
... thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The king's difeafe - my project may deceive me . my intents are fix'd , and will not leave ...
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... ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy † ) fee , that you come Not to woo Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft questant shrinks , find what you feek , That fame may cry you loud : I fay , farewell . 2 Lord ...
... ( Thofe ' bated that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy † ) fee , that you come Not to woo Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft questant shrinks , find what you feek , That fame may cry you loud : I fay , farewell . 2 Lord ...
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... Nothing in France , until he has no wife ! Thou shalt have none , Roufillon , none in France ; Then haft thou all again . Poor Lord ! is't i That That chafe thee from thy country , and expose Thofe 40 AЯ III . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... Nothing in France , until he has no wife ! Thou shalt have none , Roufillon , none in France ; Then haft thou all again . Poor Lord ! is't i That That chafe thee from thy country , and expose Thofe 40 AЯ III . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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Sida 324 - 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 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Sida 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Sida 330 - 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 57 - 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.