Works, Том 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... shall lack . you firft . King I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ...
... shall lack . you firft . King I fill a place , I know't . How long is't , Count , Since the phyfician at your father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try him yet ...
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... shall find : " Your marriage comes by deftiny , your cuckow fings by " kind . " Count . Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak .. Count ...
... shall find : " Your marriage comes by deftiny , your cuckow fings by " kind . " Count . Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak .. Count ...
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... Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckieft ftars in heav'n ; and , would your 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 ...
... Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckieft ftars in heav'n ; and , would your 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 ...
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... Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a smock , B 3 Creeking * The ancient geographers have divided Italy into the Higher and the Lower , the Apennine hills being a kind of natural line of par- tition . The fide next the Adriatic was ...
... Shall I ftay here the forehorse to a smock , B 3 Creeking * The ancient geographers have divided Italy into the Higher and the Lower , the Apennine hills being a kind of natural line of par- tition . The fide next the Adriatic was ...
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... shall pay me for my pains ; I will no more inforce mine office on you ; Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts A modeft one to bear me back again . King . I cannot give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me ...
... shall pay me for my pains ; I will no more inforce mine office on you ; Humbly intreating from your royal thoughts A modeft one to bear me back again . King . I cannot give thee lefs , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me ...
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Стр. 324 - 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. 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 324 - 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. 330 - 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.