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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... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
... prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewel , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advife him . Laf . He cannot want the beft , That fhall attend his love . Count . Heav'n blefs him ! Farewel , Bertram . [ Exit ...
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... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he uses thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . S CE NE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky ...
... prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good husband , and use him as he uses thee : fo farewel . [ Exit . S CE NE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky ...
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... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be sure of this , What I can help thee to , thou fhalt not mifs . ACT II . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave ...
... pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be sure of this , What I can help thee to , thou fhalt not mifs . ACT II . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. The court of France . Enter the King , with divers young Lords taking leave ...
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... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , there's a fimple putting : more , more , a hundred of them . off : Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of your's , that loves you . Glo . O Lord , Sir , -thick , thick , fpare not ...
... pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , there's a fimple putting : more , more , a hundred of them . off : Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of your's , that loves you . Glo . O Lord , Sir , -thick , thick , fpare not ...
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... prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her money , I would fhe did as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are ...
... prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her money , I would fhe did as you fay . Par . Why , I fay nothing . Clo . Marry , you are ...
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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.