The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Tim . May you a better feast never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! fmoke , and lukewarm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's laft , Who ftuck and fpangled with your ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Tim . May you a better feast never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! fmoke , and lukewarm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's laft , Who ftuck and fpangled with your ...
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... better days . Let each take fome Nay , put out all your hands ; not one word more , Thus part we rich in forrow , parting poor . [ He gives them money , they embrace and part feveral ways . Oh the fierce wretchedness that glory brings ...
... better days . Let each take fome Nay , put out all your hands ; not one word more , Thus part we rich in forrow , parting poor . [ He gives them money , they embrace and part feveral ways . Oh the fierce wretchedness that glory brings ...
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... better of thee , fawce his palate With thy moft operant poison ! What is here ? Gold yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , Gods ! I am no idle votarift . Roots , clear heav'ns ! Thus much of this will make black , white ; foul ...
... better of thee , fawce his palate With thy moft operant poison ! What is here ? Gold yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , Gods ! I am no idle votarift . Roots , clear heav'ns ! Thus much of this will make black , white ; foul ...
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... ; Oh ! thou shalt find Tim . A fool of thee ; depart . Apem . I love thee better now than e'er İ did . Tim , I hate thee worfe : thou flatter'st misery . E a Apem Apem . I flatter not , but fay thou art TIMON of Athens . SI.
... ; Oh ! thou shalt find Tim . A fool of thee ; depart . Apem . I love thee better now than e'er İ did . Tim , I hate thee worfe : thou flatter'st misery . E a Apem Apem . I flatter not , but fay thou art TIMON of Athens . SI.
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... better , is fome burthen . Thy nature did commence in fuff'rance , time 17 Hath made thee hard in't . Why fhould'ft thou hate men ? They never flatter'd thee . What haft thou given ? If thou wilt curfe , thy father that poor rag If -52 ...
... better , is fome burthen . Thy nature did commence in fuff'rance , time 17 Hath made thee hard in't . Why fhould'ft thou hate men ? They never flatter'd thee . What haft thou given ? If thou wilt curfe , thy father that poor rag If -52 ...
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