A Concordance to Shakespeare: Suited to All the Editions, in which the Distinguished and Parallel Passages in the Plays of that Justly Admired Writer are Methodically Arranged. To which are Added, Three Hundred Notes and Illustrations, Entirely NewG.G.J. and J. Robinson, 1787 - 470 pages |
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... youth of primy nature , Forward , not permanent , fweet , not lasting , The perfume and fuppliance of a minute . Hamlet , A. 1 , S. 3 . What if this curfed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Is there not rain enough in ...
... youth of primy nature , Forward , not permanent , fweet , not lasting , The perfume and fuppliance of a minute . Hamlet , A. 1 , S. 3 . What if this curfed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Is there not rain enough in ...
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... youth , or it will fall To cureless ruin . Merchant of Venice , A. 4 , S. 1 . I'll have my bond ; I will not hear thee speak : I'll have my bond ; and therefore fpeak no more , I'll not be made a foft and dull - ey'd fool , To shake the ...
... youth , or it will fall To cureless ruin . Merchant of Venice , A. 4 , S. 1 . I'll have my bond ; I will not hear thee speak : I'll have my bond ; and therefore fpeak no more , I'll not be made a foft and dull - ey'd fool , To shake the ...
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... youth to have him fo cut off , As , deathfmen ! you have rid this fweet young prince . Henry VI . P. 3 , A. 5 , S. 5 . Some fay , that ravens fofter forlorn children , The whilft their own birds famifh in their nefts : O , be to me ...
... youth to have him fo cut off , As , deathfmen ! you have rid this fweet young prince . Henry VI . P. 3 , A. 5 , S. 5 . Some fay , that ravens fofter forlorn children , The whilft their own birds famifh in their nefts : O , be to me ...
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... youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities . Percy is but my factor , good my lord , To ingrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf . Henry IV . P. 1 , A. 3 , S. 2 . How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds , Makes deeds ill done ...
... youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities . Percy is but my factor , good my lord , To ingrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf . Henry IV . P. 1 , A. 3 , S. 2 . How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds , Makes deeds ill done ...
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... youth's perfections , With an invifible and fubtle ftealth , To creep in at my eyes . Twelfth Night , A. 1 , S. 5 . Oh , happy fair ! Your eyes are lode - stars , and your tongue's fweet air , More tuneable than lark to fhepherd's ear ...
... youth's perfections , With an invifible and fubtle ftealth , To creep in at my eyes . Twelfth Night , A. 1 , S. 5 . Oh , happy fair ! Your eyes are lode - stars , and your tongue's fweet air , More tuneable than lark to fhepherd's ear ...
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