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 22
... hope , To prostitute our past - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfeless help , when help paft sense we deem . Hel . My duty then shall pay me for my pains ; I will no more ...
... hope , To prostitute our past - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfeless help , when help paft sense we deem . Hel . My duty then shall pay me for my pains ; I will no more ...
Strana 23
... hope is coldeft , and despair most fits . King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : [ maid ; Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath ...
... hope is coldeft , and despair most fits . King . I must not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind Thy pains , not us'd , must by thyself be paid : [ maid ; Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath ...
Strana 29
... me ?. Ber . Yes , my good Lord , [ Highness But never hope to know why I fhould marry her . King . Thou know'lt , fhe has rais'd me from King Sc . 6. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 29 Hel. Thanks, Sir; all the reft is ...
... me ?. Ber . Yes , my good Lord , [ Highness But never hope to know why I fhould marry her . King . Thou know'lt , fhe has rais'd me from King Sc . 6. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 29 Hel. Thanks, Sir; all the reft is ...
Strana 35
... hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her ...
... hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her ...
Strana 36
... hope your Lordship thinks not him a foldier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his own deliverance . Ber . And by other warranted teftimony . Laf . Then my . dial goes not true ; I took this ...
... hope your Lordship thinks not him a foldier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his own deliverance . Ber . And by other warranted teftimony . Laf . Then my . dial goes not true ; I took this ...
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Strana 116 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
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 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 82 - 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.
Strana 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...