The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 6 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Whose influence , like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phoebus ' front- Corn . What mean'ft by this ? Kent . To go out of my dialect , which you difcom- mend fo much : I know , Sir , I am no flatterer ; he , that beguil'd you ...
... Whose influence , like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phoebus ' front- Corn . What mean'ft by this ? Kent . To go out of my dialect , which you difcom- mend fo much : I know , Sir , I am no flatterer ; he , that beguil'd you ...
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... whose bufom is beau'd with tender paffions . So in Winter's Tale . -But if one prefent Th ' abhor'd ingredient to his eye make known How he hath drunk , he cracks his gorge , his fides , With violent befts . VOL . VI . And Thee o'er to ...
... whose bufom is beau'd with tender paffions . So in Winter's Tale . -But if one prefent Th ' abhor'd ingredient to his eye make known How he hath drunk , he cracks his gorge , his fides , With violent befts . VOL . VI . And Thee o'er to ...
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... whose wrong thought defiles thee , In thy just proof repeals , and reconciles thee . ( 33 ) oppreft Nature fleeps : ] These two concluding fpeeches by Kent and Edgar , and which by no means ought to have been cut off , I have reftored ...
... whose wrong thought defiles thee , In thy just proof repeals , and reconciles thee . ( 33 ) oppreft Nature fleeps : ] These two concluding fpeeches by Kent and Edgar , and which by no means ought to have been cut off , I have reftored ...
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... whose face ' tween her forks prefages fnow ; that minces vir- tue , and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's name . The fit - chew , nor the foiled horfe goes to't with a more riotous appetite : down from the wafte they are cen ...
... whose face ' tween her forks prefages fnow ; that minces vir- tue , and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's name . The fit - chew , nor the foiled horfe goes to't with a more riotous appetite : down from the wafte they are cen ...
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... Whose womb unmeasurable , and infinite breaft Teems , and feeds all ; oh thou ! whofe felf - fame mettle ( Whereof thy proud child , arrogant man , is puft ) Engenders the black toad , and adder blue , The gilded newt , and eyelefs ...
... Whose womb unmeasurable , and infinite breaft Teems , and feeds all ; oh thou ! whofe felf - fame mettle ( Whereof thy proud child , arrogant man , is puft ) Engenders the black toad , and adder blue , The gilded newt , and eyelefs ...
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336 psl. - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
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304 psl. - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
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