The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Том 3A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my pray'rs pluck down , Fall on thy head ; farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That fhall attend his love . Count ...
... heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my pray'rs pluck down , Fall on thy head ; farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best , That fhall attend his love . Count ...
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... Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace in ...
... Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace in ...
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... heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in- law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
... heav'n ) , So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in- law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
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... heav'n ; and , would your 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 . Gount . Why , Helen ...
... heav'n ; and , would your 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 . Gount . Why , Helen ...
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... heav'n I'll fteal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . 1 Lord . Farewel , Captain , 2 Lord ...
... heav'n I'll fteal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewel . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . 1 Lord . Farewel , Captain , 2 Lord ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 57 - 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.
Стр. 252 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 362 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Стр. 64 - I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live.
Стр. 116 - I might say, element ; but the word is over-worn. [Exit, Via. This fellow's 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.
Стр. 108 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.