The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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You see how all conditions , how all minds , As well of glib and slipp'ry natures , as Of grave and auftere quality , tender down Their service to Lord Timon : his large fortune Upon his good and gracious nature hanging , Subdues and ...
You see how all conditions , how all minds , As well of glib and slipp'ry natures , as Of grave and auftere quality , tender down Their service to Lord Timon : his large fortune Upon his good and gracious nature hanging , Subdues and ...
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When Fortune in her shift and change of mogel Spurns down her late belov'd , all his dependants ( Which labour'd after to the mountain's top , Èv'n on their knees and hands , ) let him dip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot ...
When Fortune in her shift and change of mogel Spurns down her late belov'd , all his dependants ( Which labour'd after to the mountain's top , Èv'n on their knees and hands , ) let him dip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot ...
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This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long ; To build his fortune I will strain a little , For ' tis a bond in men . Give him thy daughter : What you dcftow , in him I'll counterpoise , And make him weigh with her . 0.
This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long ; To build his fortune I will strain a little , For ' tis a bond in men . Give him thy daughter : What you dcftow , in him I'll counterpoise , And make him weigh with her . 0.
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Humbly I thank your Lordship : never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not own'd to you ! [ Ex . Luc , and O. Ath . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your Lordship ! Tim . I thank you , you shall hear ...
Humbly I thank your Lordship : never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not own'd to you ! [ Ex . Luc , and O. Ath . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your Lordship ! Tim . I thank you , you shall hear ...
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Alc . I am an humble suitor to your virtues , For pity is the virtue of the law , And none but tyrants use it cruelly . It pleases time and fortune to lye heavy Upon . 3 Upon a friend of mine , who in 36 TIMON of Athens .
Alc . I am an humble suitor to your virtues , For pity is the virtue of the law , And none but tyrants use it cruelly . It pleases time and fortune to lye heavy Upon . 3 Upon a friend of mine , who in 36 TIMON of Athens .
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