Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician , fome time fince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana , daughter to the widow . Violenta , neighbours and friend's Mariana , Š to the widow . Lords , attending on the King ; Of ...
... daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician , fome time fince dead . An old widow of Florence . Diana , daughter to the widow . Violenta , neighbours and friend's Mariana , Š to the widow . Lords , attending on the King ; Of ...
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... daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have thofe hopes of her good , that her education promifes her : difpofition fhe inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where ...
... daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Count . His fole child , my Lord , and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have thofe hopes of her good , that her education promifes her : difpofition fhe inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where ...
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... daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear ...
... daughter ? Hel . That I am not . Count . I fay I am your mother . Hel . Pardon , Madam . The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear ...
14 psl.
... daughter , he must be my brother ?. Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I ...
... daughter , he must be my brother ?. Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I ...
28 psl.
... daughter my wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite ...
... daughter my wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour , weight , and heat , pour'd all together , Would quite ...
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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.