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... say , I got them in exploit . Yet flight ones will not carry it ; they will fay , Came you off with so little ? and great ones I dare not give ; wherefore what's the instance ? Tongue , I must put you into a but- ter - woman's mouth ...
... say , I got them in exploit . Yet flight ones will not carry it ; they will fay , Came you off with so little ? and great ones I dare not give ; wherefore what's the instance ? Tongue , I must put you into a but- ter - woman's mouth ...
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... say nothing of me ; hush ! hush ! 1 Lord . Hoodman comes : Portotartarossa . Int . He calls for the tortures ; what will you say with- out ' em ? Par . I will confess what I know without conftraint ; if ye pinch me like a pasty , I can ...
... say nothing of me ; hush ! hush ! 1 Lord . Hoodman comes : Portotartarossa . Int . He calls for the tortures ; what will you say with- out ' em ? Par . I will confess what I know without conftraint ; if ye pinch me like a pasty , I can ...
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... say you to that ? Par . By my troth , Sir , if I were to live this present hour , I will tell true . Let me fee ; Spurio a hundred and fifty , Sebastian so many , Corambus so many , Jaques so many ; Guiltian , Cosmo , Lodowick , and Gra ...
... say you to that ? Par . By my troth , Sir , if I were to live this present hour , I will tell true . Let me fee ; Spurio a hundred and fifty , Sebastian so many , Corambus so many , Jaques so many ; Guiltian , Cosmo , Lodowick , and Gra ...
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... say ? Mar. La , you ! if you speak ill of the devil , how he takes it at heart . Pray God he be not bewitch'd . Fab . Carry his water to th ' wife woman . Mar. Marry , and it shall be done to - morrow morn- ing , if I live . My Lady ...
... say ? Mar. La , you ! if you speak ill of the devil , how he takes it at heart . Pray God he be not bewitch'd . Fab . Carry his water to th ' wife woman . Mar. Marry , and it shall be done to - morrow morn- ing , if I live . My Lady ...
135 psl.
... say to you , this house is dark . Clo . Madman , thou erreft ; I say , there is no darkness but ignorance ; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog . Mal . I say , this house is as dark as ignorance , though ...
... say to you , this house is dark . Clo . Madman , thou erreft ; I say , there is no darkness but ignorance ; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog . Mal . I say , this house is as dark as ignorance , though ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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324 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.
248 psl. - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
324 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.
330 psl. - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
57 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.