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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... 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 needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worfhip's reafon ? Clo . ' Faith , Madam , I have ...
... 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 needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worfhip's reafon ? Clo . ' Faith , Madam , I have ...
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... tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ' Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . [ Singing . " With ...
... tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , ' Why the Grecians facked Troy ? " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . [ Singing . " With ...
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... tell me true ; But tell me then ' tis fo . For , 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 ...
... tell me true ; But tell me then ' tis fo . For , 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 ...
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... tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I fwear . You know , my father left me fome prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And manifeft experience had collected For general fov'reignty ; and that ...
... tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I fwear . You know , my father left me fome prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And manifeft experience had collected For general fov'reignty ; and that ...
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... tell her , fhe is thine ; to whom I promise A counterpoize ; if not in thy estate , A balance more replete . Ber . I take her hand . King . Good fortune and the favour of the King Smile upon this contract ; whofe ceremony . Shall feem ...
... tell her , fhe is thine ; to whom I promise A counterpoize ; if not in thy estate , A balance more replete . Ber . I take her hand . King . Good fortune and the favour of the King Smile upon this contract ; whofe ceremony . Shall feem ...
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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...