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 61
... say no more . Int . Balko chimurcho . 2.Lord . Biblibindo chicurmurco . Int . You are a merciful General : our General bids you anfwer to what I fhall ask you out of a note . Par . And truly , as I hope to live . Int . First demand of ...
... say no more . Int . Balko chimurcho . 2.Lord . Biblibindo chicurmurco . Int . You are a merciful General : our General bids you anfwer to what I fhall ask you out of a note . Par . And truly , as I hope to live . Int . First demand of ...
Strana 73
... say , But first I beg my pardon ; the young Lord Did to his Majefty , his mother , and his lady , Offence of mighty note ; but to himself The greateft wrong of all . He loft a wife , Whofe beauty did aftonish the furvey Of richeft eyes ...
... say , But first I beg my pardon ; the young Lord Did to his Majefty , his mother , and his lady , Offence of mighty note ; but to himself The greateft wrong of all . He loft a wife , Whofe beauty did aftonish the furvey Of richeft eyes ...
Strana 81
... say , was Jour's ? Dia . Ay , my good Lord . King . Where did you buy it ? or who gave it you ? Dia . It was not given me , nor did I buy it . King . Who lent it you ? Dia . It was not lent me neither . King . Where did you find it then ...
... say , was Jour's ? Dia . Ay , my good Lord . King . Where did you buy it ? or who gave it you ? Dia . It was not given me , nor did I buy it . King . Who lent it you ? Dia . It was not lent me neither . King . Where did you find it then ...
Strana 91
... Say , I do fpeak with her , my Lord ; what then ? Duke . O , then , unfold the paffion of my love ; Surprise her with difcourfe of my dear faith ; It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than ...
... Say , I do fpeak with her , my Lord ; what then ? Duke . O , then , unfold the paffion of my love ; Surprise her with difcourfe of my dear faith ; It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than ...
Strana 98
... say ? Vio . Good Madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your Lord to ne- gotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text ; but we will draw the curtain , and fhew you the pic- ture . Look you , Sir , fuch ...
... say ? Vio . Good Madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commiffion from your Lord to ne- gotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text ; but we will draw the curtain , and fhew you the pic- ture . Look you , Sir , fuch ...
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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.