The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... ( Since I nor wax , nor honey , can bring home ) I quickly were dissolved from my hive , To give fome labourers room . 2 Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They , that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't ...
... ( Since I nor wax , nor honey , can bring home ) I quickly were dissolved from my hive , To give fome labourers room . 2 Lord . You're loved , Sir ; They , that least lend it you , shall lack you first . King . I fill a place , I know't ...
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... Since you fet up your rest ' gainst remedy . He that of greatest works is finisher , Oft does them by the weakest minister : So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown , When judges have been babes ; great floods have flown From fimple ...
... Since you fet up your rest ' gainst remedy . He that of greatest works is finisher , Oft does them by the weakest minister : So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown , When judges have been babes ; great floods have flown From fimple ...
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... since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent : here he comes ; I pray you , make us friends , I will pursue the amity . Enter Parolles . Par . These things shall be done , Sir . Laf . I pray you , Sir , who's his taylor ? Par . Sir ...
... since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent : here he comes ; I pray you , make us friends , I will pursue the amity . Enter Parolles . Par . These things shall be done , Sir . Laf . I pray you , Sir , who's his taylor ? Par . Sir ...
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... since I have found Myself in my incertain grounds to fail As often as I guest . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure , the younger of our nation , That surfeit on their ease , will day by day Come here for physick . Duke ...
... since I have found Myself in my incertain grounds to fail As often as I guest . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure , the younger of our nation , That surfeit on their ease , will day by day Come here for physick . Duke ...
Page 48
... since I was at court . Our old ling , and our Isbels o'th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Isbels o'th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin to love , as an old man loves mony , with no stomach ...
... since I was at court . Our old ling , and our Isbels o'th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Isbels o'th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's knock'd out ; and I begin to love , as an old man loves mony , with no stomach ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.