The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... thing with it ? Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall your mafter have a thoufand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- -God fend him well ! The court's a learning place and he is . one- Par ...
... thing with it ? Hel . Not my virginity yet . There fhall your mafter have a thoufand loves , A mother , and a mistress , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- -God fend him well ! The court's a learning place and he is . one- Par ...
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... things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to those That weigh their pain in fense ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease my project may deceive me ...
... things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to those That weigh their pain in fense ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her love ? The King's disease my project may deceive me ...
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... things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whose constancies Expire before their fashions : -this he wifh'd . I , after him , do after him wish too ( Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home ) I quickly were ...
... things difdain ; whofe judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whose constancies Expire before their fashions : -this he wifh'd . I , after him , do after him wish too ( Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home ) I quickly were ...
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... things knows , As ' tis with us , that fquare our guess by fhows : But moft it is prefumption in us , when The help of Heav'n we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give consent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment ...
... things knows , As ' tis with us , that fquare our guess by fhows : But moft it is prefumption in us , when The help of Heav'n we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give consent , Of Heav'n , not me , make an experiment ...
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... things may ferve long , but not ferve ever . Count . I play the noble hufwife with the time , to en- tertain it fo merrily with a fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -why there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your business ...
... things may ferve long , but not ferve ever . Count . I play the noble hufwife with the time , to en- tertain it fo merrily with a fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir , -why there't ferves well again . Count . An end , Sir ; to your business ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
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