The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is impreft in youth ; Love , no God , that ...
... these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is impreft in youth ; Love , no God , that ...
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... these warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , fare- wel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth ftretch it self as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . " Tis our hope , Sir , After ...
... these warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , fare- wel ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth ftretch it self as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . " Tis our hope , Sir , After ...
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... these Voluntiers were going . As if he had faid , I give the Place of Honour to the Emperor and the Pope , but not to the free States . All here is clear ; and ' tis exactly Shakespeare's Manner , who lov'd to new his Reading on fuch ...
... these Voluntiers were going . As if he had faid , I give the Place of Honour to the Emperor and the Pope , but not to the free States . All here is clear ; and ' tis exactly Shakespeare's Manner , who lov'd to new his Reading on fuch ...
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... these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Perufe them well : Not one of those , but had a noble father . [ She addreffes her felf to a Lord . Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , reftor'd The King to health . All . We ...
... these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Perufe them well : Not one of those , but had a noble father . [ She addreffes her felf to a Lord . Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , reftor'd The King to health . All . We ...
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... These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her fure , they are baftards to the English , the French ne'er got ' em . Hel . You are too young , too happy , and too good , To make yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . ( 12 ) Fair ...
... These boys are boys of ice , they'll none of her fure , they are baftards to the English , the French ne'er got ' em . Hel . You are too young , too happy , and too good , To make yourself a fon out of my blood . 4 Lord . ( 12 ) Fair ...
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Стр. 70 - 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. 137 - 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.
Стр. 384 - 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.
Стр. 295 - 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.
Стр. 384 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Стр. 283 - 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.
Стр. 101 - 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.
Стр. 419 - 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.