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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... young French Lords , that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war . Servants to the Countess of Rou- fillon . Sterward , Clawn , Countefs of Roufillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phy- fician ...
... young French Lords , that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine war . Servants to the Countess of Rou- fillon . Sterward , Clawn , Countefs of Roufillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous phy- fician ...
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... young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) , whofe fkill was almost as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death should have play'd for lack of work ...
... young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) , whofe fkill was almost as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd so far , it would have made nature immortal , and death should have play'd for lack of work ...
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... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in hafte , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in hafte , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
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... young Charbon the Puritan , and old Poyson the Pa- pift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth ...
... young Charbon the Puritan , and old Poyson the Pa- pift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth ...
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... young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in ...
... young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in ...
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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...