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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... fool , folely a coward ; " Yet these fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when virtue's fteely bones " Look bleak in the cold wind ; " full oft we fee Cold Wifdom waiting on fuperfluous Folly . SCENE Par . Save you ...
... fool , folely a coward ; " Yet these fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when virtue's fteely bones " Look bleak in the cold wind ; " full oft we fee Cold Wifdom waiting on fuperfluous Folly . SCENE Par . Save you ...
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... fool fool in a question , hoping to be the wifer Sc . 4. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 25 SCENE IV. Changes to Roufillon. ...
... fool fool in a question , hoping to be the wifer Sc . 4. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 25 SCENE IV. Changes to Roufillon. ...
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... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -why there't ferves again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your business : give Helen this , And urge her to a present anfwer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon : This is not much . Clo . Not much ...
... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -why there't ferves again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your business : give Helen this , And urge her to a present anfwer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon : This is not much . Clo . Not much ...
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... fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and E 2 much 0 % much fool may you find in you , even to Sc . 9. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 35 The ...
... fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and E 2 much 0 % much fool may you find in you , even to Sc . 9. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 35 The ...
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. much fool may you find in you , even to the world's pleasure , and the increase of laughter . Par . A good knave , i'faith , and well fed . Madam , my Lord will go away to night , A very ferious bufinefs ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. much fool may you find in you , even to the world's pleasure , and the increase of laughter . Par . A good knave , i'faith , and well fed . Madam , my Lord will go away to night , A very ferious bufinefs ...
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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...