Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... 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 difeafe . Laf . How call'd you the man you fpeak of , Madam ? Count . He was ...
... 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 difeafe . Laf . How call'd you the man you fpeak of , Madam ? Count . He was ...
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... nature to preferve virginity . Lofs of virginity is rational increafe ; and there was never virgin got , till virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Vir- ginity , by being once loft , may be ten ...
... nature to preferve virginity . Lofs of virginity is rational increafe ; and there was never virgin got , till virginity was first loft . That you were made of , is metal to make virgins . Vir- ginity , by being once loft , may be ten ...
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... nature brings To join like likes , and kifs like native things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her ...
... nature brings To join like likes , and kifs like native things . Impoffible be ftrange attempts to thofe That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do fuppofe , What hath been , cannot be . Whoever ftrove To fhew her merit , that did mifs her ...
8 psl.
... nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would I had that corporal foundness now , As ...
... nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your Majesty's . King . I would I had that corporal foundness now , As ...
9 psl.
... the reft have worn me out With feveral applications : nature and fickness Debate it at their leisure . Welcome , Count , My fon's no dearer . * Character . Ber . Ber . Thank your Majesty . [ Flourish . Exeunt ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... the reft have worn me out With feveral applications : nature and fickness Debate it at their leisure . Welcome , Count , My fon's no dearer . * Character . Ber . Ber . Thank your Majesty . [ Flourish . Exeunt ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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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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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.
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