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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... she was , and did commu- nicate to herself her own words to her own ears ; fhe thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftran- ger fenfe . Her matter was , fhe lov'd your fon : For- tune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had ...
... she was , and did commu- nicate to herself her own words to her own ears ; fhe thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftran- ger fenfe . Her matter was , fhe lov'd your fon : For- tune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had ...
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... she is sure to lofe ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not lately an intent , fpeak truly , To go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ...
... she is sure to lofe ; That feeks not to find that which fearch implies ; But riddle - like , lives fweetly where the dies . Count . Had you not lately an intent , fpeak truly , To go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ...
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... She addreffes herself to a Lord . Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , restor'd The King to health . All . We understand it , and thank heaven for you . Hel . I am a fimple maid , and therein wealthiest , That , I proteft , I ...
... She addreffes herself to a Lord . Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , restor'd The King to health . All . We understand it , and thank heaven for you . Hel . I am a fimple maid , and therein wealthiest , That , I proteft , I ...
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... She's good , wife , fair ; In these , to nature she's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itself as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our ...
... She's good , wife , fair ; In these , to nature she's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itself as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our ...
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... she has her health ; fhe's very merry , but yet fhe is not well : but , thanks be given , fhe's very well , and ... she's not in heav'n , whither God fend her quickly ; the other , that fhe's in earth , from whence God fend her quickly ...
... she has her health ; fhe's very merry , but yet fhe is not well : but , thanks be given , fhe's very well , and ... she's not in heav'n , whither God fend her quickly ; the other , that fhe's in earth , from whence God fend her quickly ...
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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...