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 45
... she is gone , He will return , and hope I may , that she , Hearing fo much , will speed her foot again , Led hither by pure love . Which of them both Is deareft to me , I've no fkill in fenfe To make diftinction ; provide this meffenger ...
... she is gone , He will return , and hope I may , that she , Hearing fo much , will speed her foot again , Led hither by pure love . Which of them both Is deareft to me , I've no fkill in fenfe To make diftinction ; provide this meffenger ...
Strana 46
... she will lie at my houfe ; thither they send one another ; I'll queftion her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? Hel . To St Jaques le Grand . Where do the pal- mers lodge , I do befeech you ? If Wid . At the St Francis ...
... she will lie at my houfe ; thither they send one another ; I'll queftion her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ? Hel . To St Jaques le Grand . Where do the pal- mers lodge , I do befeech you ? If Wid . At the St Francis ...
Strana 47
... she is Her heart weighs fadly ; this young maid might do her A fhrewd turn , if she pleas'd . Hel . How do you mean ? May be the am'rous Count folicits her In the unlawful purpose . Wid . He does indeed ; And brokes with all that can in ...
... she is Her heart weighs fadly ; this young maid might do her A fhrewd turn , if she pleas'd . Hel . How do you mean ? May be the am'rous Count folicits her In the unlawful purpose . Wid . He does indeed ; And brokes with all that can in ...
Strana 51
... she's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind , Tokens and letters , which fhe did re - fend ; And this is all I ...
... she's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i ' th ' wind , Tokens and letters , which fhe did re - fend ; And this is all I ...
Strana 52
... she ' ll demand : a ring the Count does wear , That downward hath fucceeded in his house From fon to fon , fome four or five descents , Since the first father wore it . This ring he holds In moft rich choice ; yet in his idle fire , To ...
... she ' ll demand : a ring the Count does wear , That downward hath fucceeded in his house From fon to fon , fome four or five descents , Since the first father wore it . This ring he holds In moft rich choice ; yet in his idle fire , To ...
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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.