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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... itself ; The hind that would be mated by the lion , Must die for love . ' Twas pretty , though a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too ...
... itself ; The hind that would be mated by the lion , Must die for love . ' Twas pretty , though a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too ...
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... itself two , • which is a goodly increase , and the principal itself not much the worse . Away with't . Hel . How might one do , Sir , to lose it to her own liking ? Par . Let me fee . Marry , ill , to like him that ne'er it likes ...
... itself two , • which is a goodly increase , and the principal itself not much the worse . Away with't . Hel . How might one do , Sir , to lose it to her own liking ? Par . Let me fee . Marry , ill , to like him that ne'er it likes ...
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... , no contempt or bitterness Were in him ; pride or sharpness , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , 4 Clock : Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 1 .
... , no contempt or bitterness Were in him ; pride or sharpness , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , 4 Clock : Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 1 .
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him speak ; and at that time His tongue obey'd his hand . Who were below him He us'd as creatures of another place , And bow'd his eminent top to ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him speak ; and at that time His tongue obey'd his hand . Who were below him He us'd as creatures of another place , And bow'd his eminent top to ...
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... itself , I swear . You know , my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And manifest experience had collected For general fov'reignty ; and that he will'd me , In heedfull'st reservation to ...
... itself , I swear . You know , my father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And manifest experience had collected For general fov'reignty ; and that he will'd me , In heedfull'st reservation to ...
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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...