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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... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness Were in him ; pride or fharpness , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS ...
... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness Were in him ; pride or fharpness , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS ...
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... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. : Count . Nor I your mother ? He Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. : Count . Nor I your mother ? He Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
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... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe But lend , and give ...
... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; O then give pity To her , whose state is such , that cannot chufe But lend , and give ...
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... Honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my ...
... Honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my ...
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... Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft queftant fhrinks , find what you feek , That fame may cry you aloud : I fay , farewel . 2 Lord . Health at your bidding ferve your Majesty ! King . Thofe girls of Italy , -take heed of them ...
... Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft queftant fhrinks , find what you feek , That fame may cry you aloud : I fay , farewel . 2 Lord . Health at your bidding ferve your Majesty ! King . Thofe girls of Italy , -take heed of them ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...