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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... never ap- proaches her 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 ...
... never ap- proaches her 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 ...
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... never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my pray'rs pluck down , Fall on thy head ; farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeason'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That ...
... never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my pray'rs pluck down , Fall on thy head ; farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeason'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That ...
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... never virgin got , till virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins , Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found ; by being ever kept , it is ever loft ; ' tis too cold a com- panion : away ...
... never virgin got , till virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins , Virginity , by being once loft , may be ten times found ; by being ever kept , it is ever loft ; ' tis too cold a com- panion : away ...
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... never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born ...
... never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born ...
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... never have the bleffing of God , till I have iffue of my body ; for they fay , bearns are blefiings . Count . Tell me thy reafon why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am driver on by the flesh ; and he must ...
... never have the bleffing of God , till I have iffue of my body ; for they fay , bearns are blefiings . Count . Tell me thy reafon why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , Madam , requires it . I am driver on by the flesh ; and he must ...
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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...