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The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , Helena ; By virtuous qualities here are not meant thofe of a moral kind , but such as ...
The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , Helena ; By virtuous qualities here are not meant thofe of a moral kind , but such as ...
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Twas pretty , though a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curts , In our heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
Twas pretty , though a plague , To fee him every hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curts , In our heart's table ; heart too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour !
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If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the Puritan , and old , Poyfon the Papift , howfoe'er their hearts are sever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul ...
If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the Puritan , and old , Poyfon the Papift , howfoe'er their hearts are sever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul ...
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One in ten , quoth a ' ! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star , or at an earth- quake , ' twould mend the lottery well ; a man may draw his heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be gone , Sir Knave , and do ...
One in ten , quoth a ' ! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star , or at an earth- quake , ' twould mend the lottery well ; a man may draw his heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be gone , Sir Knave , and do ...
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No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart * Propping , fupporting . Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my Will 16 AЯ 11 . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . If you should tender your fuppofed * aid, ...
No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart * Propping , fupporting . Will not confefs it owns the malady That doth my Will 16 AЯ 11 . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . If you should tender your fuppofed * aid, ...
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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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bear better blood bring brother Changes comes Count court daughter dear death doth Dromio Duke ears Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear fellow fhall fhould fince fome fool fortune foul fpeak France ftand fuch fweet give gone hand hath hear heart heav'n hold honour hope hour I'll John keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mafter marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never Paul peace Phil poor pray Prince Queen ring SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thanks thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thou art thought tongue true whofe wife young
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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.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Works, 3 tomas Works, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Leidėjas | Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 29 gruodžio 2006 |
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