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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... best brine a maiden can season her praife in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this . * By virtuous qualities here are not ...
... best brine a maiden can season her praife in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this . * By virtuous qualities here are not ...
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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 forge'd in your thoughts , be fervants 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 forge'd in your thoughts , be fervants to you ? Be comfortable to my mother your ...
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... best thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers : the mere word's a flave Debauch'd on ev'ry tomb , on ev'ry grave ; A lying trophy ; as oft is dumb , Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Of honour'd ...
... best thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers : the mere word's a flave Debauch'd on ev'ry tomb , on ev'ry grave ; A lying trophy ; as oft is dumb , Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb Of honour'd ...
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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 . Methinks thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think thou wast 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 . Methinks thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think thou wast created for men to breathe ...
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... best love and credence Upon thy promifing fortune . Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy for my strength ; but yet We'll strive to bear it for your worthy fake , To th ' extreme edge of hazard . Duke . Then go forth , enticements ...
... best love and credence Upon thy promifing fortune . Ber . Sir , it is A charge too heavy for my strength ; but yet We'll strive to bear it for your worthy fake , To th ' extreme edge of hazard . Duke . Then go forth , enticements ...
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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...