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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... it where there is fuch abundance . Count . What hope is there of his Majesty's amend- ment ? * The plot taken from Boccace , Decam . 3. Nov. 9 . A 2 Laf . 1 Laf . He hath abandon'd his phyficians , Madam ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . , ...
... it where there is fuch abundance . Count . What hope is there of his Majesty's amend- ment ? * The plot taken from Boccace , Decam . 3. Nov. 9 . A 2 Laf . 1 Laf . He hath abandon'd his phyficians , Madam ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . , ...
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... hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) , whofe fkill was almost as great as his honefty ; had ...
... hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) , whofe fkill was almost as great as his honefty ; had ...
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... hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . • Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of . He that ears my lands , fpares ...
... hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . • Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of . He that ears my lands , fpares ...
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... hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , I ftill pour in the waters of my love , And lack not to lofe ftill : thus , Indian - like , Religious in mine error , I adore The fun that looks upon his worshipper , But knows of him ...
... hope ; Yet , in this captious and intenible fieve , I ftill pour in the waters of my love , And lack not to lofe ftill : thus , Indian - like , Religious in mine error , I adore The fun that looks upon his worshipper , But knows of him ...
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... hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my Will 18 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & ź : He ...
... hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my Will 18 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & ź : He ...
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Стр. 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.
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. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...