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.]. |
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... most prohibited fin in the canon . Keep it not , you cannot chufe but lose by't . Out with't : within ten years it will make itself two , • which is a goodly increase , and the principal itself not much the worfe . Away with't .て< 6 ...
... most prohibited fin in the canon . Keep it not , you cannot chufe but lose by't . Out with't : within ten years it will make itself two , • which is a goodly increase , and the principal itself not much the worfe . Away with't .て< 6 ...
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... Most admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too early.- Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , steal away bravely . Ber . Shall I ftay here the ...
... Most admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too early.- Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , steal away bravely . Ber . Shall I ftay here the ...
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... most finewy fword - men . SCENE II . Enter the King and Lafeu . Laf . Pardon , my Lord , for me and for my tidings . King . I'll fee thee to ftand up . Laf . Then here's a man stands that hath bought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd ...
... most finewy fword - men . SCENE II . Enter the King and Lafeu . Laf . Pardon , my Lord , for me and for my tidings . King . I'll fee thee to ftand up . Laf . Then here's a man stands that hath bought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd ...
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... most learned doctors leave us ; and The congregated college have concluded , That labouring art can never ransom nature From her unaidable eftate : we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our past - cure ...
... most learned doctors leave us ; and The congregated college have concluded , That labouring art can never ransom nature From her unaidable eftate : we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our past - cure ...
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... most oft there Where most it promifes ! and oft it hits Where hope is coldeft , and despair most fits . King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : [ maid ; Proffers not took ...
... most oft there Where most it promifes ! and oft it hits Where hope is coldeft , and despair most fits . King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : [ maid ; Proffers not took ...
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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...