The Works of Shakespeare, 3 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... best brine a maiden can feafon her praife in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this 6 All's well , that Ends well .
... best brine a maiden can feafon her praife in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this 6 All's well , that Ends well .
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... heart's table : heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One , that goes with him : I love him for his ...
... heart's table : heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . One , that goes with him : I love him for his ...
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... hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth'd and calum- nious knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I fpeak the ...
... hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul - mouth'd and calum- nious knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I fpeak the ...
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... heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it ...
... heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be gone , Sir knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that fhould be at a woman's com- mand , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honefty be no pu- ritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it ...
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... heart Wt not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 6 ) let higher Italy ( 6 ) - -let bigber Italy ( Thofe bated , that inherit ...
... heart Wt not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 6 ) let higher Italy ( 6 ) - -let bigber Italy ( Thofe bated , that inherit ...
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“The” Works of Shakespeare– In Seven Volumes, 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1733 |
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246 psl. - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
376 psl. - 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.
133 psl. - 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.
407 psl. - 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.
97 psl. - 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.