Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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38 psl.
... hold a long diflance . My duty to you . Your unfortunate fon , This is not well , rash and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of fo good a King , To pluck his indignation on thy head ; By the mifprifing of a maid , too virtuous For the ...
... hold a long diflance . My duty to you . Your unfortunate fon , This is not well , rash and unbridled boy , To fly the favours of fo good a King , To pluck his indignation on thy head ; By the mifprifing of a maid , too virtuous For the ...
40 psl.
... holds him much to have . Count . Y'are welcome , Gentlemen ; I will intreat you , when you fee my fon , to tell him , that his fword can never win the honour that he lofes : more I'll intreat ten to bear along . you writ- 1 Gent . We ...
... holds him much to have . Count . Y'are welcome , Gentlemen ; I will intreat you , when you fee my fon , to tell him , that his fword can never win the honour that he lofes : more I'll intreat ten to bear along . you writ- 1 Gent . We ...
41 psl.
... hold him to it ; And though I kill him not , I am the cause His death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav ... holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do't ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels ...
... hold him to it ; And though I kill him not , I am the cause His death was fo effected . Better ' twere I met the rav ... holds thee hence . Shall I ftay here to do't ? No , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels ...
46 psl.
... hold me no more in your refpect . 1 Lord . On my life , my Lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think I am fo far deceiv'd in him ? I Lord . Believe it , my Lord , in mine own direct knowledge , without any malice , but to fpeak of him as my ...
... hold me no more in your refpect . 1 Lord . On my life , my Lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think I am fo far deceiv'd in him ? I Lord . Believe it , my Lord , in mine own direct knowledge , without any malice , but to fpeak of him as my ...
60 psl.
... hold your hands ; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls . Int . Well , is this Captain in the Duke of Florence's camp ? Par . Upon my knowledge he is , and lowfy . I Lord . Nay , look not fo upon me , we fhall ...
... hold your hands ; though I know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls . Int . Well , is this Captain in the Duke of Florence's camp ? Par . Upon my knowledge he is , and lowfy . I Lord . Nay , look not fo upon me , we fhall ...
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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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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.