The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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whofe skill was almoft as great as his honefty ; had it stretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death should have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living !
whofe skill was almoft as great as his honefty ; had it stretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death should have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living !
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It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature , to preferve virginity . Lofs of virginity is rational increafe ; and there was never virgin got , ' till virginity was first loft . That , you were made of , is metal to make virgins .
It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature , to preferve virginity . Lofs of virginity is rational increafe ; and there was never virgin got , ' till virginity was first loft . That , you were made of , is metal to make virgins .
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The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and kifs , like native things . Impoffible be strange attempts , to those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be .
The mightiest space in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and kifs , like native things . Impoffible be strange attempts , to those That weigh their pain in sense ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be .
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Frank nature , rather curious than in hafte , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'ft thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would , I had that corporal foundness ...
Frank nature , rather curious than in hafte , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'ft thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would , I had that corporal foundness ...
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If he were living , I would try him yet ;Lend me an arm ; the reft have worn me out With feveral applications ; nature and fickness Debate it at their leifure . Welcome , count , My fon's no dearer . Ber . Thank your Majefty .
If he were living , I would try him yet ;Lend me an arm ; the reft have worn me out With feveral applications ; nature and fickness Debate it at their leifure . Welcome , count , My fon's no dearer . Ber . Thank your Majefty .
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1773 |
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70 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.
137 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.
384 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.
295 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.
384 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.
283 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.
101 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.
419 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.