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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... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birthright ! Love all , truft a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birthright ! Love all , truft a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
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... blood are ; and , indeed , 1 do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage fooner than thy wickedness . Cls . Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , 12. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Atrá SCENE VI. Changes to the Countess's at ...
... blood are ; and , indeed , 1 do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage fooner than thy wickedness . Cls . Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , 12. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Atrá SCENE VI. Changes to the Countess's at ...
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... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend : ergo , he that kisses my wife , is my friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the ...
... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend : ergo , he that kisses my wife , is my friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the ...
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... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days forgone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none ...
... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days forgone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none ...
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... blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to afk , thee to bestow . King . Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd , Thy will ...
... blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy ftate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to afk , thee to bestow . King . Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd , Thy will ...
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againſt anſwer Antipholis Arth beſt Bithynia blood buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doft doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feem fent ferve fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King King John knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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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...