The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... fire . Oli . Your Lord does know my mind , I cannot love him ; Yet I fuppofe him virtuous , know him noble , Of great eftate , of fresh and stainless youth ; In voices well divulged ; free , learned , and valiant ; : up , and gives the ...
... fire . Oli . Your Lord does know my mind , I cannot love him ; Yet I fuppofe him virtuous , know him noble , Of great eftate , of fresh and stainless youth ; In voices well divulged ; free , learned , and valiant ; : up , and gives the ...
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... Fire and brimstone ! Fab O , peace , peace . Mal . And then to have the humour of state ; and after a demure travel of regard , telling them , I know my place , as I would they fhould do theirs-- to afk for my uncle Toby Sir To . Bolts ...
... Fire and brimstone ! Fab O , peace , peace . Mal . And then to have the humour of state ; and after a demure travel of regard , telling them , I know my place , as I would they fhould do theirs-- to afk for my uncle Toby Sir To . Bolts ...
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... fire in your heart , and brim . flone in your liver . You fhould then have accofted her , and with fome excellent jelts , fire - new from the mint , you fhould have banged the youth into- dumbnefs . This was looked for at your hand ...
... fire in your heart , and brim . flone in your liver . You fhould then have accofted her , and with fome excellent jelts , fire - new from the mint , you fhould have banged the youth into- dumbnefs . This was looked for at your hand ...
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... fire fome conduct of the Lady . I am no fighter . I have heard of fome kind of men , that put quar- rels purposely on others to tafte their valour : be-- like this is a man of that quirk . Sir To . ( 16 ) Sir , no ; his indignation ...
... fire fome conduct of the Lady . I am no fighter . I have heard of fome kind of men , that put quar- rels purposely on others to tafte their valour : be-- like this is a man of that quirk . Sir To . ( 16 ) Sir , no ; his indignation ...
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... fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds . Vio . The captain that did bring me first on fhore , Hath my maid's garments : he upon fome action Is now in durance , at ...
... fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds . Vio . The captain that did bring me first on fhore , Hath my maid's garments : he upon fome action Is now in durance , at ...
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Page 7 - 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 26 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Page 287 - 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 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Page 328 - 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 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Page 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.