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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... first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins , Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found ; by being ever kept , it is ever loft ; ' tis too cold a com- panion : away with't . Hel . I will ftand for't a ...
... first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins , Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found ; by being ever kept , it is ever loft ; ' tis too cold a com- panion : away with't . Hel . I will ftand for't a ...
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... First try'd our foldierfhip : he did look far Into the fervice of the time , and was Difcipled of the brav'ft . He lafted long ; But on us both did haggish age steal on , And wore us out of act . It much repairs me To talk of your good ...
... First try'd our foldierfhip : he did look far Into the fervice of the time , and was Difcipled of the brav'ft . He lafted long ; But on us both did haggish age steal on , And wore us out of act . It much repairs me To talk of your good ...
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... first view , To you that know them not . This to my mother . [ Giving a letter . " Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you , fo I leave you to your wisdom . Hel . Sir , I can nothing fay , But that I am your most obedient servant . Ber ...
... first view , To you that know them not . This to my mother . [ Giving a letter . " Twill be two days ere I fhall fee you , fo I leave you to your wisdom . Hel . Sir , I can nothing fay , But that I am your most obedient servant . Ber ...
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... first face of neither , on the ftart , Can woman me unto't . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam , he's gone to ferve the Duke of Florence . We met him thitherward , for thence we came ; And , after fome dispatch in hand at court , Thither ...
... first face of neither , on the ftart , Can woman me unto't . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam , he's gone to ferve the Duke of Florence . We met him thitherward , for thence we came ; And , after fome dispatch in hand at court , Thither ...
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... first smoked by the old Lord Lafeu ; when his difguife and he is parted , tell me what a fprat you fhall find him ; which you shall fee this very night . 2 Lord , I must go and look my twigs ; he fhall be caught . Ber . Your brother ...
... first smoked by the old Lord Lafeu ; when his difguife and he is parted , tell me what a fprat you fhall find him ; which you shall fee this very night . 2 Lord , I must go and look my twigs ; he fhall be caught . Ber . Your brother ...
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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...