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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... fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets ...
... fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets ...
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... fure death , Par . Just , you say well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly say , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is indeed , if you will have it in shewing , you hall read it in , what do you call there --- Laf . A ...
... fure death , Par . Just , you say well : fo would I have faid . Laf . I may truly say , it is a novelty to the world . Par . It is indeed , if you will have it in shewing , you hall read it in , what do you call there --- Laf . A ...
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... fure they are bastards to the English , the French ne'er got ' em . Hel . You are too young , too happy , and too good , To make yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape ye Par . I am ...
... fure they are bastards to the English , the French ne'er got ' em . Hel . You are too young , too happy , and too good , To make yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . Fair one , I think not fo . Laf . There's one grape ye Par . I am ...
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... fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow . I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par . Why , these balls bound , there's noife in it.- ' Tis hard ; A young man married ...
... fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow . I'll to the wars , the to her fingle forrow . Par . Why , these balls bound , there's noife in it.- ' Tis hard ; A young man married ...
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... fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their ease , will day by day Come here for phyfic . Duke . Welcome shall they be : And all the honours that can fly from us , Shall on them fettle . You know your places well . When When ...
... fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their ease , will day by day Come here for phyfic . Duke . Welcome shall they be : And all the honours that can fly from us , Shall on them fettle . You know your places well . When When ...
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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...