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 21
... honour , If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffion † , Wisdom , and conftancy , hath amaz'd me more . Than I dare blame my weaknefs will you fee ...
... honour , If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance , I have spoke With one , that in her fex , her years , profeffion † , Wisdom , and conftancy , hath amaz'd me more . Than I dare blame my weaknefs will you fee ...
Strana 22
... honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power , I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all bound humblenefs . King . We thank you , maiden ; But may not be fo credulous of cure , When our most learned doctors leave us ...
... honour Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power , I come to tender it , and my appliance , With all bound humblenefs . King . We thank you , maiden ; But may not be fo credulous of cure , When our most learned doctors leave us ...
Strana 29
... honour , Sir , that flames in your fair eyes , Before I fpeak , too threat'ningly replies : [ To the fecond Lord . Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that fo wishes , and her humble love ! 2 Lord . No better , if you pleafe ...
... honour , Sir , that flames in your fair eyes , Before I fpeak , too threat'ningly replies : [ To the fecond Lord . Love make your fortunes twenty times above Her that fo wishes , and her humble love ! 2 Lord . No better , if you pleafe ...
Strana 30
... honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers : the mere word's a flave Debauch'd on every tomb ...
... honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers : the mere word's a flave Debauch'd on every tomb ...
Strana 31
... honour , where We please to have it grow . Check thy contempt : Obey our will , which travels in thy good ; Believe not thy difdain , but prefently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right , Which both thy duty owes , and our power ...
... honour , where We please to have it grow . Check thy contempt : Obey our will , which travels in thy good ; Believe not thy difdain , but prefently Do thine own fortunes that obedient right , Which both thy duty owes , and our power ...
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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.