The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 4R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... kind of love- adventure is frequent in the old novelists . FARMER . There is no earlier translation of the Diana entered on the books of the Stationers ' Company , than that of B. Younge , Sept. 1598. Many translations , however , after ...
... kind of love- adventure is frequent in the old novelists . FARMER . There is no earlier translation of the Diana entered on the books of the Stationers ' Company , than that of B. Younge , Sept. 1598. Many translations , however , after ...
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... kind as the French expression - caille coifée , and might be rendered in that language , mouton en corset . This appellation appears to have been as old as the time of king Henry III . " Item sequitur gravis pœna cor- poralis , sed sine ...
... kind as the French expression - caille coifée , and might be rendered in that language , mouton en corset . This appellation appears to have been as old as the time of king Henry III . " Item sequitur gravis pœna cor- poralis , sed sine ...
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... kind Julia ; -unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude , I throw thy name against the bruising stones , Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain . And here is writ - love - wounded Proteus : - Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a ...
... kind Julia ; -unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude , I throw thy name against the bruising stones , Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain . And here is writ - love - wounded Proteus : - Poor wounded name ! my bosom , as a ...
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... kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the pro- digious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the imperial's court . I think , Crab my dog be the sourest - natured dog that lives : my mother ...
... kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the pro- digious son , and am going with sir Proteus to the imperial's court . I think , Crab my dog be the sourest - natured dog that lives : my mother ...
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... kind of cameleon . Panthino says- " thou'lt lose the flood ; and , in losing the flood , lose thy voyage , " & c . But Launce , quoting his words , says- " lose the tide . " There is therefore clearly no need of change ; and of all ...
... kind of cameleon . Panthino says- " thou'lt lose the flood ; and , in losing the flood , lose thy voyage , " & c . But Launce , quoting his words , says- " lose the tide . " There is therefore clearly no need of change ; and of all ...
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Page 390 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Page 20 - I have no other but a woman's reason : I think him so, because I think him so.
Page 53 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own ; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Page 380 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Page 100 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she ; The Heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair, — For beauty lives with kindness ? Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling...