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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... thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my pray'rs pluck down , Fall on thy head ...
... thine enemy Rather in power , than use ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence , But never tax'd for fpeech . What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my pray'rs pluck down , Fall on thy head ...
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... thine unthankfulnefs , and thine ignorance makes thee away : farewel . When thou haft leisure , fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit ...
... thine unthankfulnefs , and thine ignorance makes thee away : farewel . When thou haft leisure , fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he ufes thee : fo farewel . [ Exit ...
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... thine enemies , knave . • Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of . He that ears my lands , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop . If I be his ...
... thine enemies , knave . • Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of . He that ears my lands , fpares my team , and gives me leave to inne the crop . If I be his ...
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... thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents ...
... thine eyes ? Why , that you are my daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents ...
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... 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 , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it ...
... 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 , That truth fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it ...
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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...