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... thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i ' faith ? -God fend him well ! - and he is gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity- Par .. What's ...
... thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i ' faith ? -God fend him well ! - and he is gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity- Par .. What's ...
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... thousand nothings with , fhould be once heard , and thrice beaten . God fave you , Captain . Ber . Is there any unkindness between my Lord and you , Monfieur ? Par . I know not how I have deferved to run into my Lord's difpleasure . Laf ...
... thousand nothings with , fhould be once heard , and thrice beaten . God fave you , Captain . Ber . Is there any unkindness between my Lord and you , Monfieur ? Par . I know not how I have deferved to run into my Lord's difpleasure . Laf ...
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... thousand crowns To what is past already . Wid . I have yielded . Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit so lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufic of all forts , and ...
... thousand crowns To what is past already . Wid . I have yielded . Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit so lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufic of all forts , and ...
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... thousand , but very weak and unfer- viceable . The troops are all scatter'd , and the com- manders very poor rogues , upon my reputation and credit , and as I hope to live . Int . Shall I fet down your anfwer fo ? Par . Do ; I'll take ...
... thousand , but very weak and unfer- viceable . The troops are all scatter'd , and the com- manders very poor rogues , upon my reputation and credit , and as I hope to live . Int . Shall I fet down your anfwer fo ? Par . Do ; I'll take ...
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... thousand fallets ere we light on fuch another herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet ' marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Clo . I am no ...
... thousand fallets ere we light on fuch another herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet ' marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Clo . I am no ...
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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.