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 40
... hold a long distance . My duty to you . Your unfortunate fon , This is not well , rafh and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of fo good a King . To pluck his indignation on thy head ; By the mifprifing of a maid , too virtuous For the ...
... hold a long distance . My duty to you . Your unfortunate fon , This is not well , rafh and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of fo good a King . To pluck his indignation on thy head ; By the mifprifing of a maid , too virtuous For the ...
Strana 42
... holds him much to have . Count . Y'are welcome , Gentlemen ; I will intreat when you you , fee my fon , to tell him , that his fword can never win the honour that he lofes : more I'll in- treat you written to bear along . 1 Gent . We ...
... holds him much to have . Count . Y'are welcome , Gentlemen ; I will intreat when you you , fee my fon , to tell him , that his fword can never win the honour that he lofes : more I'll in- treat you written to bear along . 1 Gent . We ...
Strana 43
... hold him to it ; And though I kill him not , I am the cause His death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav ... holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do ' t ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And ...
... hold him to it ; And though I kill him not , I am the cause His death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav ... holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do ' t ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And ...
Strana 48
... hold me no more in your respect . I Lord . On my life , my Lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think I am fo far deceiv'd in him ? I Lord . Believe it , my Lord , in mine own direct knowledge , without any malice , but to fpeak of him as my ...
... hold me no more in your respect . I Lord . On my life , my Lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think I am fo far deceiv'd in him ? I Lord . Believe it , my Lord , in mine own direct knowledge , without any malice , but to fpeak of him as my ...
Strana 52
... holds In moft rich choice ; yet in his idle fire , To buy his will , it would not feem too dear , Howe'er repented after . Wid . Now I fee the bottom of your purpose . Hel . You fee it lawful then . It is no more , But that your ...
... holds In moft rich choice ; yet in his idle fire , To buy his will , it would not feem too dear , Howe'er repented after . Wid . Now I fee the bottom of your purpose . Hel . You fee it lawful then . It is no more , But that your ...
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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.