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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... speak of , Ma- dam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his profeffion , and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon . Laf . He was excellent indeed , Madam ; the King very lately spoke of him admiringly , and mourningly : he ...
... speak of , Ma- dam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his profeffion , and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon . Laf . He was excellent indeed , Madam ; the King very lately spoke of him admiringly , and mourningly : he ...
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... 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 their low ranks ; Making them proud ; and his humility , In their poor praise , he humbled ...
... 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 their low ranks ; Making them proud ; and his humility , In their poor praise , he humbled ...
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... speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ' Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's ...
... speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ' Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's ...
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... speak with you further anon . ho- [ Exit Steward . SCENE VII . Enter Helena . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us ...
... speak with you further anon . ho- [ Exit Steward . SCENE VII . Enter Helena . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us ...
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... speak it only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for ...
... speak it only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for ...
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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...