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What 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 .
What 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 .
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When thou haft leifure , fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good hufband , and use him as he uses thee : fo farewell . [ Exity SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ...
When thou haft leifure , fay thy prayers ; when thou haft none , remember thy friends ; get thee a good hufband , and use him as he uses thee : fo farewell . [ Exity SCENE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we ...
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I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . ACT II . SCENE I. The Court of France .
I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not miss . ACT II . SCENE I. The Court of France .
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I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir * , there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , thick , thick , fpare not ...
I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir * , there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours , that loves you . Clo . O Lord , Sir , thick , thick , fpare not ...
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Par . Blefs you , my fortunate Lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ?
Par . Blefs you , my fortunate Lady ! Hel . I hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ?
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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.