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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... heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this . By virtuous qualities here are not meant thofe of a moral kind , but fuch as are acquired by erudition and good breeding . Helena ; Helena ...
... heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this . By virtuous qualities here are not meant thofe of a moral kind , but fuch as are acquired by erudition and good breeding . Helena ; Helena ...
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... heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !. But now he's 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 ...
... heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !. But now he's 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 ...
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... hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth'd and ca- lumnious knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I speak the ...
... hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth'd and ca- lumnious knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I speak the ...
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... heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be 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 ...
... heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be 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 ...
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... And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my Will 18 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & ź : He would receive it? He and his phyficians ...
... And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my Will 18 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & ź : He would receive it? He and his phyficians ...
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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...