Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living ! I think it would be the death of the King's ...
... moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of work . ' Would , for the King's fake , he were living ! I think it would be the death of the King's ...
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... moft infallible difobe- dience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a defperate offendrefs a- gainft nature . Virginity breeds ...
... moft infallible difobe- dience . As he that hangs himself , fo is a virgin : Vir- ginity murthers itself , and should be buried in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a defperate offendrefs a- gainft nature . Virginity breeds ...
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... Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too early.— Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , bravely . fteal away Ber . Shall I ftay here the ...
... Moft admirable ; I have feen those wars . Ber . I am commanded here , and kept a coil with , Too young , and the next year , and ' tis too early.— Par . An thy mind ftand to it , boy , bravely . fteal away Ber . Shall I ftay here the ...
18 psl.
... moft finewy fword - men . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Enter the King , and Lafeu . Laf . Pardon , my Lord , for me and for my tidings . King . I'll fee thee to ftand up . Laf . Then here's a man ftands that hath bought his pardon . I would ...
... moft finewy fword - men . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Enter the King , and Lafeu . Laf . Pardon , my Lord , for me and for my tidings . King . I'll fee thee to ftand up . Laf . Then here's a man ftands that hath bought his pardon . I would ...
21 psl.
... moft fits . King . I muft not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ' ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be paid : Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd . It is not fo with ...
... moft fits . King . I muft not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ' ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be paid : Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath is barr'd . It is not fo with ...
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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.