Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... ring how thou took'ft it . Laf . Nay , I'll fit you , And not be all day neither . [ Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . Laf . [ Returns . ] Nay , come your ways . [ Bringing in Helena . King . This hafte ...
... ring how thou took'ft it . Laf . Nay , I'll fit you , And not be all day neither . [ Exit Lafeu . King . Thus he his special nothing ever prologues . Laf . [ Returns . ] Nay , come your ways . [ Bringing in Helena . King . This hafte ...
21 psl.
... ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift Hefperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs Hath told the thievith minutes how they pafs ; What is infirm from fball fly , your found parts ...
... ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift Hefperus hath quench'd his fleepy lamp ; Or four and twenty times the pilot's glafs Hath told the thievith minutes how they pafs ; What is infirm from fball fly , your found parts ...
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... ring upon my finger , which never fball come off ; and flew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me hufband : but in fuch a then I write a never . This is a dreadful fentence . Count . Brought you this letter ...
... ring upon my finger , which never fball come off ; and flew me a child begotten of thy body that I am father to , then call me hufband : but in fuch a then I write a never . This is a dreadful fentence . Count . Brought you this letter ...
46 psl.
... ring - carrier ! Wid . The troop is pafs'd . Come , pilgrim , I will bring you Where you fhall hoft : Of injoin'd penitents . There's four or five , to great St. Jaques bound , Already at my house . Hel . I humbly thank you : Please it ...
... ring - carrier ! Wid . The troop is pafs'd . Come , pilgrim , I will bring you Where you fhall hoft : Of injoin'd penitents . There's four or five , to great St. Jaques bound , Already at my house . Hel . I humbly thank you : Please it ...
50 psl.
... ring the Count does wear , . That downward hath fucceeded in his houfe From fon to fon , fome four or five defcents , Since the firft father wore it . This ring he holds In moft rich choice ; yet in his idle fire , To buy his will , it ...
... ring the Count does wear , . That downward hath fucceeded in his houfe From fon to fon , fome four or five defcents , Since the firft father wore it . This ring he holds In moft rich choice ; yet in his idle fire , To buy his will , it ...
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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.