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.]., Volume 3 |
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... Ev'n so it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the show and feal of nature's truth , Where ...
... Ev'n so it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the show and feal of nature's truth , Where ...
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... Ev'n as foon as thou can'st , for thou hast to pull at a fmack o'th ' contrary . If ever thou beest bound in thy fcarf and beaten , thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage . I have a defire to hold my acquaintance wwith ...
... Ev'n as foon as thou can'st , for thou hast to pull at a fmack o'th ' contrary . If ever thou beest bound in thy fcarf and beaten , thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage . I have a defire to hold my acquaintance wwith ...
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... Ev'n fuch as you speak to me . Lord . He must think us some band of strangers i'th ' adverfaries ' entertainment . Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages , therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy ; not to know ...
... Ev'n fuch as you speak to me . Lord . He must think us some band of strangers i'th ' adverfaries ' entertainment . Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages , therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy ; not to know ...
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... validity and pitch foe'er , But falls into abatement and low price , Ev'n in a minute ; fo full of shapes is fancy , That it alone is hight fantastical . Cur . Cur . Will you go hunt , my Lord ? TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ...
... validity and pitch foe'er , But falls into abatement and low price , Ev'n in a minute ; fo full of shapes is fancy , That it alone is hight fantastical . Cur . Cur . Will you go hunt , my Lord ? TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. ...
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... Ev'n what it please my lord , that shall become him . Duke . Why should I not , had I the heart to do't , Like to th ' Egyptian thief * , at point of death * The Egyptian thief was Thyamis , See the story in the Theagines and Chariclea ...
... Ev'n what it please my lord , that shall become him . Duke . Why should I not , had I the heart to do't , Like to th ' Egyptian thief * , at point of death * The Egyptian thief was Thyamis , See the story in the Theagines and Chariclea ...
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Page 116 - 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 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.
Page 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.
Page 82 - 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 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...