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 42
... wife , I have nothing in France . " Tis bitter . [ Reading . Count . Find you that there ? Hel . Yes , Madam . I Gent . ' Tis but the boldnefs of his hand , haply , which his heart was not confenting to . Count . Nothing in France until ...
... wife , I have nothing in France . " Tis bitter . [ Reading . Count . Find you that there ? Hel . Yes , Madam . I Gent . ' Tis but the boldnefs of his hand , haply , which his heart was not confenting to . Count . Nothing in France until ...
Strana 45
... wife ; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth , That he does weigh too light : my greatest grief , Though little he do feel it , fet down sharply . Difpatch the most convenient meffenger ; When , haply , he shall hear that she is gone ...
... wife ; Let every word weigh heavy of her worth , That he does weigh too light : my greatest grief , Though little he do feel it , fet down sharply . Difpatch the most convenient meffenger ; When , haply , he shall hear that she is gone ...
Strana 47
... wife Of a detefting Lord . Wid . Ah ! right ; good creature ! wherefoe'er 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 ...
... wife Of a detefting Lord . Wid . Ah ! right ; good creature ! wherefoe'er 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 ...
Strana 56
... wife . Ber . No more o ' that ! I pr'ythee do not strive against my vows : I was compell'd to her ; but I love thee By love's own fweet constraint , and will for ever Do thee all rights of service . Dia . Ay , fo you ferve us , Till we ...
... wife . Ber . No more o ' that ! I pr'ythee do not strive against my vows : I was compell'd to her ; but I love thee By love's own fweet constraint , and will for ever Do thee all rights of service . Dia . Ay , fo you ferve us , Till we ...
Strana 57
... wife of me , tho ' there my hope be done . Ber . A heav'n on earth I've won by wooing thee . [ Exit . Dia . For which live long to thank both heav'n and fo in the end.- You may My mother told me juft how he would woo , As if the fat ...
... wife of me , tho ' there my hope be done . Ber . A heav'n on earth I've won by wooing thee . [ Exit . Dia . For which live long to thank both heav'n and fo in the end.- You may My mother told me juft how he would woo , As if the fat ...
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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.