Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... hear him now ; his plaufive words He fcatter'd not in ears , but grafted them Το grow there , and to bear , ) Let me not live ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of paftime , When it was out , ) let me not ...
... hear him now ; his plaufive words He fcatter'd not in ears , but grafted them Το grow there , and to bear , ) Let me not live ( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of paftime , When it was out , ) let me not ...
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... hear ; what fay you of this gentle- woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your con tent , I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our ...
... hear ; what fay you of this gentle- woman ? Stew . Madam , the care I have had to even your con tent , I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our ...
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... hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ' ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be paid : Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd . It is not fo with him that all things knows ...
... hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ' ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be paid : Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd . It is not fo with him that all things knows ...
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... Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god moft high , Do my fighs ftream . Sir , will you hear my 1 Lord . And grant it . fuit ? Hel . Hel . Thanks , Sir : -all the reft is ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & II .
... Now , Dian , from thy altar do I fly , And to impartial Love , that god moft high , Do my fighs ftream . Sir , will you hear my 1 Lord . And grant it . fuit ? Hel . Hel . Thanks , Sir : -all the reft is ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & II .
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... hear , Monfieur ? a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your lord and mafter did well to make his re- cantation . C 3 . Par Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my . mafter Sc . 7 . 29 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... hear , Monfieur ? a word with you . Par . Your pleasure , Sir ? Laf . Your lord and mafter did well to make his re- cantation . C 3 . Par Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my . mafter Sc . 7 . 29 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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