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... 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 at all times good ...
... 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 at all times good ...
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... father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the ...
... father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the ...
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... father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination ...
... father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination ...
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... father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would I had that ...
... father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would I had that ...
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... fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fafhions : - -this he with'd ,. I , after him ... father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try ...
... fathers of their garments ; whofe conftancies Expire before their fafhions : - -this he with'd ,. I , after him ... father's died ? He was much fam'd . Ber . Some fix months fince , my Lord . King . If he were living , I would try ...
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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.