Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... mistress , and make much of her . of Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his ...
... mistress , and make much of her . of Laf . Farewell , pretty Lady , you must hold the credit your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his ...
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... Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you start at it ? I fay , I'm your mother , And put you in the catalogue of those , That were enwombed ...
... Mistress . Count . Nay , a mother . Why not a mother ? when I faid a mother , Methought you faw a ferpent ; what's in mother , That you start at it ? I fay , I'm your mother , And put you in the catalogue of those , That were enwombed ...
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... Mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your paffions Have to the ...
... Mistress . Count . Love you my fon ? Hel . Do not you love him , Madam ? Count . Go not about ; my love hath in't a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your paffions Have to the ...
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... mistress Fall , when love please ! marry , to each but one.- Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : ' Not one of those but had a ...
... mistress Fall , when love please ! marry , to each but one.- Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : ' Not one of those but had a ...
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... mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordfhip to make fome reférvation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par . Ay , Sir . Laf . The devil it is that's thy mafter . Why ...
... mistress . Par . I moft unfeignedly befeech your Lordfhip to make fome reférvation of your wrongs . He , my good Lord , whom I ferve above , is my master . Laf . Who ? God ? Par . Ay , Sir . Laf . The devil it is that's thy mafter . Why ...
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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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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.