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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Strana 5
... heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count ...
... heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count ...
Strana 9
... Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace in ...
... Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace in ...
Strana 16
... heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in- law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
... heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in- law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
Strana 18
... heav'n ; and , would your Honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why ...
... heav'n ; and , would your Honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why ...
Strana 20
... heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . 1 Lord . Farewel , Captain . 2 Lord ...
... heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . 1 Lord . Farewel , Captain . 2 Lord ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 59 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 252 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 241 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Strana 84 - 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.