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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... old virginity , is like one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill , it eats drily ; marry , ' tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly bet- ter ; ter ; marry , yet ' tis a wither'd pear Sc . 3. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 7.
... old virginity , is like one of our French wither'd pears ; it looks ill , it eats drily ; marry , ' tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly bet- ter ; ter ; marry , yet ' tis a wither'd pear Sc . 3. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 7.
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... 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 father ; in his youth He had the wit ...
... 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 father ; in his youth He had the wit ...
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... look , thy cheeks Confefs it one to th ' other ; and thine eyes See it fo grofsly shown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ...
... look , thy cheeks Confefs it one to th ' other ; and thine eyes See it fo grofsly shown in thy behaviour , That in their kind they speak it only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ...
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... looks upon his worshipper , But knows of him no more . My dearest Madam , Let not your hate encounter with my love , For loving where you do ; but if yourself , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of ...
... looks upon his worshipper , But knows of him no more . My dearest Madam , Let not your hate encounter with my love , For loving where you do ; but if yourself , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of ...
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... look like ; but fuch traitors His Majefty feldom fears ; I'm Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together : fare you well . [ Exit . * Medicine is here put for a fhe phyfician . By profeffion is here meant her declaration of the end ...
... look like ; but fuch traitors His Majefty feldom fears ; I'm Creffid's uncle , That dare leave two together : fare you well . [ Exit . * Medicine is here put for a fhe phyfician . By profeffion is here meant her declaration of the end ...
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againſt anſwer Antipholis Arth beſt Bithynia blood buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doft doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feem fent ferve fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King King John knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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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...