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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... stands that hath bought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd , my Lord , to ask me mercy ; And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up . King . I would I had ; fo I had broke thy pate , And alk'd thee mercy for't . Laf . Laf ...
... stands that hath bought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd , my Lord , to ask me mercy ; And that at my bidding you could fo ftand up . King . I would I had ; fo I had broke thy pate , And alk'd thee mercy for't . Laf . Laf ...
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... stand off In differences fo mighty . If the be All that is virtuous , fave what thou dislik'st A poor phyfician's daughter , thou diflik't Of virtue for the name : but do not fo . From lowest place when virtuous things proceed , The ...
... stand off In differences fo mighty . If the be All that is virtuous , fave what thou dislik'st A poor phyfician's daughter , thou diflik't Of virtue for the name : but do not fo . From lowest place when virtuous things proceed , The ...
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... stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee . Methinks thou art a general offence , and every man fhould beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon thee . Par . This is hard ...
... stands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat thee . Methinks thou art a general offence , and every man fhould beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon thee . Par . This is hard ...
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... Stand you a while aloof.— Cefario , Thou know'st no lefs , but all : I have unclafp'd To thee the book even of my fecret foul . Therefore , good youth , addrefs th gate unto her ; Be not deny'd accefs ; stand at her doors , And tell ...
... Stand you a while aloof.— Cefario , Thou know'st no lefs , but all : I have unclafp'd To thee the book even of my fecret foul . Therefore , good youth , addrefs th gate unto her ; Be not deny'd accefs ; stand at her doors , And tell ...
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... stand by the church . Vio . So thou may'ft fay , the King lies by a beggar , if a beggar dwell near him ; or the church ftands by thy tabor , if thy tabor ftand by the church . Clo . You have faid , Sir ; to fee this age ! —A sen- tence ...
... stand by the church . Vio . So thou may'ft fay , the King lies by a beggar , if a beggar dwell near him ; or the church ftands by thy tabor , if thy tabor ftand by the church . Clo . You have faid , Sir ; to fee this age ! —A sen- tence ...
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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...