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What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewell , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love .
What heav'n more will , That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewell , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love .
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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free fcope ;, only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes ...
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free fcope ;, only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes ...
14 psl.
▭▭or were you both our mothers , ( I can no more fear than I do fear heav'n , ) So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? - Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ...
▭▭or were you both our mothers , ( I can no more fear than I do fear heav'n , ) So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ? - Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ...
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There's fomething hints More than my father's fkill , ( which was the great'st Of his profeffion , ) that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckieft ftars in heav'n ; and , would your Honour But give me leave to ...
There's fomething hints More than my father's fkill , ( which was the great'st Of his profeffion , ) that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be fanctified By th ' luckieft ftars in heav'n ; and , would your Honour But give me leave to ...
18 psl.
By heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'à body . 1 Lord . Farewell , Captain .
By heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'à body . 1 Lord . Farewell , Captain .
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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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Populiarios ištraukos
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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