Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... fhould I question thee , and more I must ; ( Though more to know , could not be more to truft ; ) From whence thou cam'ft , how tended on , -but rest Unqueftion'd welcome , and undoubted bleft . Give me fome help here , hoa ! if thou ...
... fhould I question thee , and more I must ; ( Though more to know , could not be more to truft ; ) From whence thou cam'ft , how tended on , -but rest Unqueftion'd welcome , and undoubted bleft . Give me fome help here , hoa ! if thou ...
23 psl.
... fhould fpeak truth of it : here it is , and all that belongs to't . Ask me , if I am a courtier : - it fhall do you no harm to learn . Count . To be young again , if we could : I will be a fool fool in a queftion , hoping to be the ...
... fhould fpeak truth of it : here it is , and all that belongs to't . Ask me , if I am a courtier : - it fhall do you no harm to learn . Count . To be young again , if we could : I will be a fool fool in a queftion , hoping to be the ...
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... we make trifles of terrors ; enfconfing ourselves into feeming A ridicule on that foolish expletive of fpeech then in vogue at court . feeming knowledge , when we fhould fubmit ourselves to an 24 A & II . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... we make trifles of terrors ; enfconfing ourselves into feeming A ridicule on that foolish expletive of fpeech then in vogue at court . feeming knowledge , when we fhould fubmit ourselves to an 24 A & II . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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William Shakespeare. feeming knowledge , when we fhould fubmit ourselves to an unknown * fear . Par . Why , ' tis the rareft argument of wonder that hath fhot out in our later times . Ber . And fo ' tis . Luf . To be relinquish'd of the ...
William Shakespeare. feeming knowledge , when we fhould fubmit ourselves to an unknown * fear . Par . Why , ' tis the rareft argument of wonder that hath fhot out in our later times . Ber . And fo ' tis . Luf . To be relinquish'd of the ...
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... fhould go , Not by the title . She is good , wife , fair ; In thefe , to nature fhe's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft ...
... fhould go , Not by the title . She is good , wife , fair ; In thefe , to nature fhe's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft ...
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