Works, Svazek 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Strana 17
... say , our French lack language to deny , If they demand : beware of being captives , Before you ferve . Both . Our hearts receive your warnings . King . Farewell . Come hither to me . [ To attendants . [ Exit . 1 Lord . Oh , my fweet ...
... say , our French lack language to deny , If they demand : beware of being captives , Before you ferve . Both . Our hearts receive your warnings . King . Farewell . Come hither to me . [ To attendants . [ Exit . 1 Lord . Oh , my fweet ...
Strana 36
... say ? Hel . I am not worthy of the wealth ' I owe : Nor dare I fay , ' tis mine , and yet it is ; But , like a tim❜rous thief , most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own . Ber . What would you have ? Hel . Something , and ...
... say ? Hel . I am not worthy of the wealth ' I owe : Nor dare I fay , ' tis mine , and yet it is ; But , like a tim❜rous thief , most fain would steal What law does vouch mine own . Ber . What would you have ? Hel . Something , and ...
Strana 37
... Say what I think of it , fince I have found Myfelf in my uncertain grounds to fail As often as I guefs'd . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their eafe , will day by day Come ...
... Say what I think of it , fince I have found Myfelf in my uncertain grounds to fail As often as I guefs'd . Duke . Be it his pleasure . 2 Lord . But I am fure the younger of our nation , That furfeit on their eafe , will day by day Come ...
Strana 39
... say so . gone , for ever gone.— Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the firft face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam ...
... say so . gone , for ever gone.— Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the firft face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam ...
Strana 49
... say she's honeft . you Ber . That's all the fault ; I ipoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind , Tokens and letters , which she did re - fend ; And this ...
... say she's honeft . you Ber . That's all the fault ; I ipoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind , Tokens and letters , which she did re - fend ; And this ...
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Strana 324 - 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 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Strana 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Strana 330 - 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 57 - 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.