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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... there is fuch abundance . Count . What hope is there of his Majesty's amend- ment ? * The plot taken from Boccace , Decam . 3. Nov. 9 . A 2 Laf . 1 Laf . He hath abandon'd his phyficians , Madam ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . , ...
... there is fuch abundance . Count . What hope is there of his Majesty's amend- ment ? * The plot taken from Boccace , Decam . 3. Nov. 9 . A 2 Laf . 1 Laf . He hath abandon'd his phyficians , Madam ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . , ...
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... there was never virgin got , till virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins , Virginity ... There's little can be faid in't ; ' tis against the rule of nature . To fpeak on the part of virginity , is to ...
... there was never virgin got , till virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins , Virginity ... There's little can be faid in't ; ' tis against the rule of nature . To fpeak on the part of virginity , is to ...
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... there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the Puritan , and old Poyson the Pa- pift , howfoe'er their hearts ... There's yet one good in ten . Count . What , one good in ten ? You corrupt the fong , firrah . Cla Clo . One good ...
... there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the Puritan , and old Poyson the Pa- pift , howfoe'er their hearts ... There's yet one good in ten . Count . What , one good in ten ? You corrupt the fong , firrah . Cla Clo . One good ...
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... There's fomething hints More than my father's fkill , ( which was the great'st Of his profeflion ) , that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckiest stars in heav'n ; and , would your Honour But give me leave to ...
... There's fomething hints More than my father's fkill , ( which was the great'st Of his profeflion ) , that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckiest stars in heav'n ; and , would your Honour But give me leave to ...
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... there's one arriv'd , If you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffiont , Wisdom , and conftancy ...
... there's one arriv'd , If you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If feriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffiont , Wisdom , and conftancy ...
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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...