Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 55
3 psl.
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
7 psl.
... Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull . Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft space in ...
... Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull . Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft space in ...
14 psl.
... 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 ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
... 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 ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
16 psl.
... heav'n ; and , would your But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen ...
... heav'n ; and , would your But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen ...
18 psl.
... 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 fo farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . iLord . Farewell , Captain . 2 Lord ...
... 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 fo farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . iLord . Farewell , Captain . 2 Lord ...
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
againſt anfwer Antigonus Antipholis Arth Bithynia blood Camillo Cleomenes Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feems fent fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter fince firft firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrong fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe Hubert huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe yourſelf
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.