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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... Sweet Monfieur Parolles ! . Par . Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good sparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war ...
... Sweet Monfieur Parolles ! . Par . Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good sparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war ...
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... Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try ; That ministers thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I spoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! Not helping , death's my fee ; But if I help ...
... Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try ; That ministers thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I spoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! Not helping , death's my fee ; But if I help ...
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... sweet for the King's tartnefs . Here's his Lordship now . How now , my Lord , is't not after midnight ? Ber . I have to - night difpatch'd fixteen bufineffes , a month's length a - piece , by an abstract of fuccefs ; I have congied with ...
... sweet for the King's tartnefs . Here's his Lordship now . How now , my Lord , is't not after midnight ? Ber . I have to - night difpatch'd fixteen bufineffes , a month's length a - piece , by an abstract of fuccefs ; I have congied with ...
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... sweet ufe make of what they hate , When Fancy , trufting of the cozen'd thoughts , Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it lothes , för that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , ( Under my poor ...
... sweet ufe make of what they hate , When Fancy , trufting of the cozen'd thoughts , Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it lothes , för that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , ( Under my poor ...
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... sweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Cla . I am no great . Nebuchadnezzar , Sir ; L have not much skill in grafs . Laf . Whether doft thou ...
... sweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Cla . I am no great . Nebuchadnezzar , Sir ; L have not much skill in grafs . Laf . Whether doft thou ...
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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...