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... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . " 10 7051 hate another is no fuch uncom mon state , as can deserve all this toil of antithefis . -to his will ! ] Sir T. Han mers and after him Dr. Warbur ton , read , to his ill . The pre ...
... Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . " 10 7051 hate another is no fuch uncom mon state , as can deserve all this toil of antithefis . -to his will ! ] Sir T. Han mers and after him Dr. Warbur ton , read , to his ill . The pre ...
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... doth her beauty ferve , but as a note , Where I may read , who pafs'd that paffing fair ? Farewel , thou canft not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or elfe die in debt . [ Exeunt . 7 with Beauty dies her Store . ] Mr ...
... doth her beauty ferve , but as a note , Where I may read , who pafs'd that paffing fair ? Farewel , thou canft not teach me to forget . Ben . I'll pay that doctrine , or elfe die in debt . [ Exeunt . 7 with Beauty dies her Store . ] Mr ...
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... doth share the Glory , 2 * That in gold clafps locks in the golden Story , So , fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having him , making yourself no less . La . Cap . What fay you , & c . ] This ridiculous fpeech is entirely ...
... doth share the Glory , 2 * That in gold clafps locks in the golden Story , So , fhall you fhare all that he doth poffefs , By having him , making yourself no less . La . Cap . What fay you , & c . ] This ridiculous fpeech is entirely ...
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... doth quote reign of falfe tafte as well as falfe politics , they came again in fashion and a deluge of this af- fected nonfenfe overflowed the court and country .. : WARB . 4 - like a crow - keeper : ] The word crow - keeper is ...
... doth quote reign of falfe tafte as well as falfe politics , they came again in fashion and a deluge of this af- fected nonfenfe overflowed the court and country .. : WARB . 4 - like a crow - keeper : ] The word crow - keeper is ...
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... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth ...
... doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Serv . I know not , Sir . Rom . O fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright ; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night , Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare– In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare– In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare– With the Corrections and ..., 10 tomas William Shakespeare,George Steevens,Samuel Johnson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1803 |
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202 psl. - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit/ and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
240 psl. - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment ; and what judgment Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have.
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230 psl. - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
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344 psl. - My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
41 psl. - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
469 psl. - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...