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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... Sweet Monfieur Parolles ! - Par . Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good fparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain . Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war ...
... Sweet Monfieur Parolles ! - Par . Noble heroes , my fword and yours are kin ; good fparks and luftrous . A word , good metals . You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one Captain . Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war ...
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... Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try ; That minifters thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I fpoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! Not helping , death's my fee ; But if I help ...
... Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try ; That minifters thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I fpoke , unpitied let me die , And well deferv'd ! Not helping , death's my fee ; But if I help ...
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... sweet use make of what they hate , When fancy , trufting of the cozen'd thoughts , Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it lothes , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , ( Under my poor ...
... sweet use make of what they hate , When fancy , trufting of the cozen'd thoughts , Defiles the pitchy night ; fo luft doth play With what it lothes , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , ( Under my poor ...
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... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accoft.- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Accoft , I defire better ac ...
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accoft.- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Accoft , I defire better ac ...
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... Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to - night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to - day with my Lady , she is much out of quiet . For Monfieur Malvolio , let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nay - word , and make him a ...
... Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to - night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to - day with my Lady , she is much out of quiet . For Monfieur Malvolio , let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nay - word , and make him a ...
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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. 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. 59 - 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 - 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. 241 - 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. 84 - 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.