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... fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living ! I think it would be the death of the King's difeafe . Laf . How call'd you the man you fpeak of , Madam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his ...
... fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living ! I think it would be the death of the King's difeafe . Laf . How call'd you the man you fpeak of , Madam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his ...
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... , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That I fhould love a bright partic'lar far , And think to wed it ; he is fo above me : A 2 In * In his bright radiance and collateral light Muft I Sc . 2 . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... , none , If Bertram be away . It were all one , That I fhould love a bright partic'lar far , And think to wed it ; he is fo above me : A 2 In * In his bright radiance and collateral light Muft I Sc . 2 . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon mẹ ...
... fhould be fufpected ; fpeak , is't fo ? If it be fo , you've wound a goodly clew : If it be not , forfwear't ; howe'er , I charge thee , As heav'n fhall work in me for thine avail , To tell me truly . Hel . Good Madam , pardon mẹ ...
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... , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been abfent then . Count . But think you , Helen , B 2 If If you fhould tender your fuppofed * aid , He Sc . 7 . E ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 15.
... , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been abfent then . Count . But think you , Helen , B 2 If If you fhould tender your fuppofed * aid , He Sc . 7 . E ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . 15.
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William Shakespeare. If you fhould tender your fuppofed * aid , He would receive it ? He and his phyficians Are of a mind ; he , that they cannot help him ; They , that they cannot help . How fhall they credit A poor unlearned virgin ...
William Shakespeare. If you fhould tender your fuppofed * aid , He would receive it ? He and his phyficians Are of a mind ; he , that they cannot help him ; They , that they cannot help . How fhall they credit A poor unlearned virgin ...
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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.
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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.