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 34
... I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that ...
... I'll to the Tufcan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot : to th ' wars . Ber . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- port is , I know not yet . Par . Ay , that ...
Strana 43
... I'll fteal away . [ Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court in Florence . Flourish . Enter the Duke of Florence , Bertram , Drum and Trumpets , Soldiers , Parolles . Duke . The General of our Horfe thou art , and we , Great in our ...
... I'll fteal away . [ Exit . SCENE V. Changes to the Duke's court in Florence . Flourish . Enter the Duke of Florence , Bertram , Drum and Trumpets , Soldiers , Parolles . Duke . The General of our Horfe thou art , and we , Great in our ...
Strana 46
... 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 , befide the port . Hel . Is this the way ? Wid . Ay , marry ...
... 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 , befide the port . Hel . Is this the way ? Wid . Ay , marry ...
Strana 50
... I'll about it this evening ; and I will presently pen down my dilemmas , encourage myself in my cer- tainty , put myself into my mortal preparation ; and , by midnight , look to hear further from me . Ber . May I be bold to acquaint his ...
... I'll about it this evening ; and I will presently pen down my dilemmas , encourage myself in my cer- tainty , put myself into my mortal preparation ; and , by midnight , look to hear further from me . Ber . May I be bold to acquaint his ...
Strana 51
... I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and shew you The lafs I spoke of . 1 Lord . But you say she's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent ...
... I'll leave you . [ Exit . Ber . Now will I lead you to the house , and shew you The lafs I spoke of . 1 Lord . But you say she's honeft . Ber . That's all the fault : I fpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent ...
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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.