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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... gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles , One that goes with him : I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious ¡ yar ; " Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ...
... gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles , One that goes with him : I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious ¡ yar ; " Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ...
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... gone , firrah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all believe ; ' tis my flownefs that I do not ; for L know you lack not folly to commit them , and have a- bility enough to make fuch knaveries yare . Clo . ' Tis not unknown ...
... gone , firrah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all believe ; ' tis my flownefs that I do not ; for L know you lack not folly to commit them , and have a- bility enough to make fuch knaveries yare . Clo . ' Tis not unknown ...
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... gone , Sir , I'H talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid He- > len come to you ; of her I am to speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair ...
... gone , Sir , I'H talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid He- > len come to you ; of her I am to speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair ...
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... gone , Sir Knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- : mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no Pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplice of humility over the black ...
... gone , Sir Knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- : mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no Pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplice of humility over the black ...
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... gone to the King ? [ Afide to Parolles . Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to - night ? Par . As you'll have her . Ber . I have writ my letters , casketed my treasure , given order for our horfes ; and to - night , when I fhould take ...
... gone to the King ? [ Afide to Parolles . Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to - night ? Par . As you'll have her . Ber . I have writ my letters , casketed my treasure , given order for our horfes ; and to - night , when I fhould take ...
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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...