Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... gone to the King ? Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to - night ? Par . As you'll have her . [ Afide to Parolles . Ber . I have writ my letters , casketed my treasure , given order for our horses ; and to - night , when I should take ...
... gone to the King ? Par . She is . Ber . Will the away to - night ? Par . As you'll have her . [ Afide to Parolles . Ber . I have writ my letters , casketed my treasure , given order for our horses ; and to - night , when I should take ...
39 psl.
... gone , for ever gone.— Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the firft face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam , he's gone ...
... gone , for ever gone.— Count . Think upon patience : ' pray you , Gentlemen , I've felt fo many quirks of joy and grief , That the firft face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't . Where is my fon ? 2 Gent . Madam , he's gone ...
41 psl.
... gone : My being here it is that holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do't ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate ...
... gone : My being here it is that holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do't ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate ...
42 psl.
... gone ; Ambitious love hath fo in me offended , That bare - foot plod I the cold ground upon , With fainted vow my faults to have amended . Write , write , that from the bloody courfe of war My dearest mafter , your dear fon , may bie ...
... gone ; Ambitious love hath fo in me offended , That bare - foot plod I the cold ground upon , With fainted vow my faults to have amended . Write , write , that from the bloody courfe of war My dearest mafter , your dear fon , may bie ...
43 psl.
... gone , He will return , and hope I may , that he , Hearing fo much , will fpeed her foot again , Led hither by pure love . Which of them both Is dearest to me , I've no fkill in fenfe To make diftinétion ; provide this meffenger ; My ...
... gone , He will return , and hope I may , that he , Hearing fo much , will fpeed her foot again , Led hither by pure love . Which of them both Is dearest to me , I've no fkill in fenfe To make diftinétion ; provide this meffenger ; My ...
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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.