Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Stewart , fervants to the Count Clown , Sefs of Roufillon . | | Countess of Rouillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician ...
... young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Stewart , fervants to the Count Clown , Sefs of Roufillon . | | Countess of Rouillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician ...
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... young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- 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 ...
... young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- 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 ...
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... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank 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 ...
... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank 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 ...
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... young Charbon the Puritan , and old , Poyfon the Papift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul mouth'd ...
... young Charbon the Puritan , and old , Poyfon the Papift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul mouth'd ...
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... young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in ...
... young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in ...
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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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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.