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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... fhew what we alone must think , which never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel ...
... fhew what we alone must think , which never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel ...
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... fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me , But my intents are fix'd , and will not leave me . [ Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the court of France . Flourish cornets . Enter the king of France ...
... fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease - my project may deceive me , But my intents are fix'd , and will not leave me . [ Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the court of France . Flourish cornets . Enter the king of France ...
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... fhew myself highly fed , and lowly taught ; I know my business is but to the court . Count . But to the court ? why , what place make you fpecial , when you put off that with fuch contempt ; but to the court ! Clo . Truly , Madam , if ...
... fhew myself highly fed , and lowly taught ; I know my business is but to the court . Count . But to the court ? why , what place make you fpecial , when you put off that with fuch contempt ; but to the court ! Clo . Truly , Madam , if ...
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... fhew the world I can do myself right ; as I will by thee , in what motion [ or in the best manner ] age will give me leave . Mr. War- burton . VOL . III . E your your birth and virtue gives you commission . You are Sc . 7. ALL'S WELL ...
... fhew the world I can do myself right ; as I will by thee , in what motion [ or in the best manner ] age will give me leave . Mr. War- burton . VOL . III . E your your birth and virtue gives you commission . You are Sc . 7. ALL'S WELL ...
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... fhew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me husband : but in fuch a then I write a never . This is a dreadful fentence . Count . Brought you this letter , Gentlemen ? 1 Gent . Ay , Madam ; and , for the ...
... fhew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me husband : but in fuch a then I write a never . This is a dreadful fentence . Count . Brought you this letter , Gentlemen ? 1 Gent . Ay , Madam ; and , for the ...
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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...