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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... better for her fimpleness ; the derives her honesty , and atchieves her goodness . Laf . Your commendations , Madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can feafon her praife in . The remembrance of her father ...
... better for her fimpleness ; the derives her honesty , and atchieves her goodness . Laf . Your commendations , Madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can feafon her praife in . The remembrance of her father ...
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... better in your pye and your porridge , than in your cheek ; and your virginity , your old virginity , is like one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill , it eats drily ; marry , ' tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly bet- ter ...
... better in your pye and your porridge , than in your cheek ; and your virginity , your old virginity , is like one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill , it eats drily ; marry , ' tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly bet- ter ...
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... better while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King . Go call before me all the Lords in court . Sit , my preferver , by thy ...
... better while I have a tooth in my head : why , he's able to lead her a corranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think fo . King . Go call before me all the Lords in court . Sit , my preferver , by thy ...
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... better , if you please . Hel . My wifh receive , Which great love grant ! and fo I take my leave . Laf . Do all they deny her ? If they were fons of mine , I'd have them whipt , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel ...
... better , if you please . Hel . My wifh receive , Which great love grant ! and fo I take my leave . Laf . Do all they deny her ? If they were fons of mine , I'd have them whipt , or I would fend them to the Turk to make eunuchs of . Hel ...
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... better of you , than you have or will deferve at my hand , but we must do good against evil . Par . An idle Lord , I fwear . Ber . I think fo . Par . Why , do you not know him ? [ Exit . Ber . Yes , I know him well , and common speech ...
... better of you , than you have or will deferve at my hand , but we must do good against evil . Par . An idle Lord , I fwear . Ber . I think fo . Par . Why , do you not know him ? [ Exit . Ber . Yes , I know him well , and common speech ...
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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...