Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable 4. Of every line and trick of his fweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics ...
... hour ; to fit , and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart too capable 4. Of every line and trick of his fweet favour ! But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics ...
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... hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave and love ; Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in court . I'll stay at home , And pray ...
... hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my leave and love ; Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in court . I'll stay at home , And pray ...
31 psl.
... hours younger , I'd beat thee . Me- thinks thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeferved measure , my Lord . Laf . Go ...
... hours younger , I'd beat thee . Me- thinks thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeferved measure , my Lord . Laf . Go ...
51 psl.
... hours in a fleep , and then to return and fwear the lies he forges . Enter Parolles . Par . Ten o'clock ; within thefe three hours ' twill be time E 2 time enough to go home . What fhall I fay Sc I. 5 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... hours in a fleep , and then to return and fwear the lies he forges . Enter Parolles . Par . Ten o'clock ; within thefe three hours ' twill be time E 2 time enough to go home . What fhall I fay Sc I. 5 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
55 psl.
... hour , nor speak to me . chamber- [ window ; My reafons are most strong , and you shall know them , When back again this ring fhall be deliver'd ; And on your finger , in the night , I'll put Another ring , that , what in time proceeds ...
... hour , nor speak to me . chamber- [ window ; My reafons are most strong , and you shall know them , When back again this ring fhall be deliver'd ; And on your finger , in the night , I'll put Another ring , that , what in time proceeds ...
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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.