Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... fpeak of , Madam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his profeffion , and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon . Laf . He was excellent , indeed , Madam ; the King very lately fpoke of him admiringly , and mourningly : he ...
... fpeak of , Madam ? Count . He was famous , Sir , in his profeffion , and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon . Laf . He was excellent , indeed , Madam ; the King very lately fpoke of him admiringly , and mourningly : he ...
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... fpeak on the part of virginity , ' tis to accufe your mother ;, which is moft infallible difobe- dience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified ...
... fpeak on the part of virginity , ' tis to accufe your mother ;, which is moft infallible difobe- dience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified ...
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William Shakespeare. Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him fpeak ; and at that time His tongue obey'd his hand . Who were below him He us'd as creatures s of another place , And bow'd his eminent top to their low ...
William Shakespeare. Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him fpeak ; and at that time His tongue obey'd his hand . Who were below him He us'd as creatures s of another place , And bow'd his eminent top to their low ...
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... fpeak it : only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth 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 ...
... fpeak it : only fin And hellish obftinacy tie thy tongue , That truth 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 ...
15 psl.
... fpeak truly , go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I fwear . You know , my father left me fome prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And ...
... fpeak truly , go to Paris ? Hel . Madam , I had . Count . Wherefore ? tell true . Hel . I will tell truth ; by grace itself , I fwear . You know , my father left me fome prescriptions Of rare and prov'd effects ; fuch as his reading And ...
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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.
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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.