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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... Myself against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft sure , My art is not past power , nor you past cure . King . Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace ...
... Myself against the level of mine aim ; But know I think , and think I know moft sure , My art is not past power , nor you past cure . King . Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace ...
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... myself highly fed , and lowly taught ; I know my business is but to the court . Count . But to the court ? why , what place make you fpecial , when you put off that with fuch contempt ; but to the court ! Clo . Truly , Madam , if God ...
... myself highly fed , and lowly taught ; I know my business is but to the court . Count . But to the court ? why , what place make you fpecial , when you put off that with fuch contempt ; but to the court ! Clo . Truly , Madam , if God ...
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... myself right ; as I will by thee , in what motion [ or in the best manner ] age will give me leave . Mr. War- burton . VOL . III . E your your birth and virtue gives you commission . You are Sc . 7. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 33.
... myself right ; as I will by thee , in what motion [ or in the best manner ] age will give me leave . Mr. War- burton . VOL . III . E your your birth and virtue gives you commission . You are Sc . 7. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 33.
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... myself in my cer- tainty , put myself into my mortal preparation ; and , by midnight look to hear further from me . Ber . May I be bold to acquaint his Grace you are gone about it ? Par . I know not what the fuccefs will be , my Lord ...
... myself in my cer- tainty , put myself into my mortal preparation ; and , by midnight look to hear further from me . Ber . May I be bold to acquaint his Grace you are gone about it ? Par . I know not what the fuccefs will be , my Lord ...
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... myself fome hurts , and fay , I got them in exploit . Yet flight ones will not carry it ; they will fay , Came you off with fo little ? and great ones I dare not give ; wherefore what's the inftance ? Tongue , Î muft put you into a ...
... myself fome hurts , and fay , I got them in exploit . Yet flight ones will not carry it ; they will fay , Came you off with fo little ? and great ones I dare not give ; wherefore what's the inftance ? Tongue , Î muft put you into a ...
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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...