The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Том 3A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... Paul . A moft unworthy and unnatural Lord Can do no more . Leo . I'll ha ' thee burnt . Paul . I care not ; It is an heretic that makes the fire , Javd Not the which burn's in't . I'll not call you tyrant , But this moft cruel ufage of ...
... Paul . A moft unworthy and unnatural Lord Can do no more . Leo . I'll ha ' thee burnt . Paul . I care not ; It is an heretic that makes the fire , Javd Not the which burn's in't . I'll not call you tyrant , But this moft cruel ufage of ...
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... Paul . I pray you do not pufh me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis your's ; Jove fend her A better guiding fpirit ! What need thefe hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not ...
... Paul . I pray you do not pufh me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis your's ; Jove fend her A better guiding fpirit ! What need thefe hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not ...
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... Paul . This news is mortal to the Queen : look down , And see what death is doing . Leo . Take her hence ; Her heart is but o'ercharge'd ; she will recover . [ Exeunt Paulina and Ladies with Hermione . ' S C EN E IV . I have too much ...
... Paul . This news is mortal to the Queen : look down , And see what death is doing . Leo . Take her hence ; Her heart is but o'ercharge'd ; she will recover . [ Exeunt Paulina and Ladies with Hermione . ' S C EN E IV . I have too much ...
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... Paul . What ftudied torments , tyrant , haft för me ? What wheels ? racks ? fires ? what flaying boiling ? burning ... Paul . Paul . I fay , he's dead : I'll fwear't The WINTER'S TALE . A & 3.
... Paul . What ftudied torments , tyrant , haft för me ? What wheels ? racks ? fires ? what flaying boiling ? burning ... Paul . Paul . I fay , he's dead : I'll fwear't The WINTER'S TALE . A & 3.
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... Paul . I fay , he's dead : I'll fwear't : if word , nor Prevail not , go , and fee : if you can bring Tincture , or luftre in her lip , her eye , · [ oath , Heat outwardly , or breath within , I'll ferve you As I would do the gods . But ...
... Paul . I fay , he's dead : I'll fwear't : if word , nor Prevail not , go , and fee : if you can bring Tincture , or luftre in her lip , her eye , · [ oath , Heat outwardly , or breath within , I'll ferve you As I would do the gods . But ...
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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. 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.
Стр. 252 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 362 - 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.
Стр. 64 - I'll be no more; But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall : simply the thing I am Shall make me live.
Стр. 116 - I might say, element ; but the word is over-worn. [Exit, Via. This fellow's 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. 108 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.