The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:, Part 10, Volume 3H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this 6 All's well , that Ends well .
... best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this 6 All's well , that Ends well .
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... best , That shall attend his love . Count . Heav'n bless him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ to Hel . ] The best wishes , that can be forg'd in your thoughts , be servants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your ...
... best , That shall attend his love . Count . Heav'n bless him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit Countess . Ber . [ to Hel . ] The best wishes , that can be forg'd in your thoughts , be servants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your ...
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... best thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our fore - goers : the mere word's a flave Debaucht on every tomb , on every grave ; A lying trophy ; ( 14 ) and as oft is dumb , Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Of ...
... best thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our fore - goers : the mere word's a flave Debaucht on every tomb , on every grave ; A lying trophy ; ( 14 ) and as oft is dumb , Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Of ...
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... best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee : me- thinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou waft created for men to breathe ...
... best set thy lower part where thy nose stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee : me- thinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou waft created for men to breathe ...
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... Soldiers , Parolles . Duke . T HE General of our Horse thou art , and we , Great in our hope , lay our best love and credence Upon thy promifing fortune . : C2 Ber . Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy All's well , that Ends well . 51.
... Soldiers , Parolles . Duke . T HE General of our Horse thou art , and we , Great in our hope , lay our best love and credence Upon thy promifing fortune . : C2 Ber . Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy All's well , that Ends well . 51.
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Page 68 - 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.
Page 135 - 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 382 - 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 293 - 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.
Page 382 - 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.
Page 281 - 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.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 417 - 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.