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 13
... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ... wife , is the cherisher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my flesh and . blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he ...
... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ... wife , is the cherisher of my flesh and blood ; he that cherisheth my flesh and . blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he ...
Strana 29
... wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know ft thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? [ Highness , Ber . Yes , my good Lord ,. But ...
... wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know ft thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? [ Highness , Ber . Yes , my good Lord ,. But ...
Strana 30
... wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound ...
... wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : strange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite confound ...
Strana 32
... wife fellow : thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs : yet the fcarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from be- lieving thee a veffel of too great a burthen .. I have now found thee ; when ...
... wife fellow : thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs : yet the fcarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from be- lieving thee a veffel of too great a burthen .. I have now found thee ; when ...
Strana 34
... wife . Par . Will this capricio hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow , I'll to the wars , fhe to her fingle forrow . Par . Why , thefe balls bound , there's ...
... wife . Par . Will this capricio hold in thee , art fure ? Ber . Go with me to my chamber , and advise me . I'll fend her straight away : to - morrow , I'll to the wars , fhe to her fingle forrow . Par . Why , thefe balls bound , there's ...
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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.