The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:, 10 dalis,3 tomasH. Lintott, 1740 |
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... doth backward pull Our flow designs , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love so high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and ...
... doth backward pull Our flow designs , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love so high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and ...
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... Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the show and feal of nature's truth , Where love's strong passion is imprest in youth ; Love , no God , that would not extend his Might ...
... Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the show and feal of nature's truth , Where love's strong passion is imprest in youth ; Love , no God , that would not extend his Might ...
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... doth stretch it self as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . " Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not ...
... doth stretch it self as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . " Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your Grace in health . King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not ...
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... doth speak His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impossibility would flay In common sense , sense saves another way . Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life , in thee hath estimate : ( 9 ) Youth ...
... doth speak His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impossibility would flay In common sense , sense saves another way . Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life , in thee hath estimate : ( 9 ) Youth ...
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... doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honefty Go with your impositions , I am yours ...
... doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honefty Go with your impositions , I am yours ...
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68 psl. - 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.
135 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.
382 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.
293 psl. - 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.
382 psl. - 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.
281 psl. - 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.
99 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.
417 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.