Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ; but I muft attend his Majefty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in fubjection . Laf . You fhall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you , Sir , a father . He that fo generally is ...
... Madam , weep o'er my father's death anew ; but I muft attend his Majefty's command , to whom I am now in ward , evermore in fubjection . Laf . You fhall find of the King a husband , Madam ; you , Sir , a father . He that fo generally is ...
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... Madam , un- der whofe practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process ... Madam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his profeffion , and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon . Laf ...
... Madam , un- der whofe practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process ... Madam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his profeffion , and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon . Laf ...
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... Madam , I defire your holy wishes . Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blefs'd , Bertram , and fucceed thy father In manners as in shape ! thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy ...
... Madam , I defire your holy wishes . Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blefs'd , Bertram , and fucceed thy father In manners as in shape ! thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy ...
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... Madam , I am a poor fellow . Count . Well , Sir . Clo . No , Madam ; ' tis not fo well that I am poor , tho ' many of the rich are damn'd ; but if I have your Ladyfhip's good - will to go to the world , Ifbel the wo- man and I will do ...
... Madam , I am a poor fellow . Count . Well , Sir . Clo . No , Madam ; ' tis not fo well that I am poor , tho ' many of the rich are damn'd ; but if I have your Ladyfhip's good - will to go to the world , Ifbel the wo- man and I will do ...
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William Shakespeare. Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , and I hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that ...
William Shakespeare. Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , and I hope to have friends for my wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clo . Y ' are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that ...
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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.