The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 3 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,, That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and ...
... doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it , which mounts my love fo high ,, That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft fpace in fortune nature brings To join like likes ; and ...
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... Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; ( 8 ) Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddess , & c . Love , no god , & c . tom- plain'd against the Queen of virgins , & c . ] This paffage ftands ...
... Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; ( 8 ) Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddess , & c . Love , no god , & c . tom- plain'd against the Queen of virgins , & c . ] This paffage ftands ...
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... doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your grace in health . * King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my Will not confefs ...
... doth stretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After well - enter'd foldiers , to return And find your grace in health . * King . No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my Will not confefs ...
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... doth fpealt His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoffibility would flay In common fenfe , fenfe faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life , in thee hath estimate : ( 13 ) Youth ...
... doth fpealt His powerful found , within an organ weak ; And what impoffibility would flay In common fenfe , fenfe faves another ways Thy life is dear ; for all that life can rate Worth name of life , in thee hath estimate : ( 13 ) Youth ...
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... doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor inftructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honesty Go with your impofitions , I am yours ...
... doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor inftructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honesty Go with your impofitions , I am yours ...
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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103 psl. - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
394 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
258 psl. - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
142 psl. - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.