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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... 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 fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
... 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 fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
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... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky ...
... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky ...
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... inform'd me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could . neither believe nor mifdoubt . Pray you , leave me : ftall ftall this in your bofom , and I thank you 14 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 1 .
... inform'd me of this before , which hung fo tottering in the balance , that I could . neither believe nor mifdoubt . Pray you , leave me : ftall ftall this in your bofom , and I thank you 14 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & 1 .
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... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave ...
... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave ...
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... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir * .there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them , Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of your's , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , thick , thick , fpare not me ...
... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir * .there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them , Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of your's , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , thick , thick , fpare not me ...
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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...