Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help , when help paft fenfe we deem . Hel . My duty then ...
... must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help , when help paft fenfe we deem . Hel . My duty then ...
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... must intimate Skill infinite , or monftrous defperate . Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try : That minifters thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I fpoke , unpitied let me die , And well ...
... must intimate Skill infinite , or monftrous defperate . Sweet practifer , thy phyfic I will try : That minifters thine own death , if I die . Hel . If I break time , or flinch in property Of what I fpoke , unpitied let me die , And well ...
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... must be an aufwer of most monftrous fize , that must fit all demands Clo . But a trifle neither , in good faith , if the learned fhould fpeak truth of it : here it is , and all that belongs to't . Ask me , if I am a courtier : - it ...
... must be an aufwer of most monftrous fize , that must fit all demands Clo . But a trifle neither , in good faith , if the learned fhould fpeak truth of it : here it is , and all that belongs to't . Ask me , if I am a courtier : - it ...
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... 'd , my Lord , I'm glad : Let the reft go.- King . My honour's at the stake ; which to defend , I must produce my power . Here , take her hand , Proud Proud fcornful boy , unworthy this good gift ? That 28 A & M ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... 'd , my Lord , I'm glad : Let the reft go.- King . My honour's at the stake ; which to defend , I must produce my power . Here , take her hand , Proud Proud fcornful boy , unworthy this good gift ? That 28 A & M ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... must tell thee , firrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par . What I dare too well do , I dare not do . Laf . I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pret- ty wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent ...
... must tell thee , firrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par . What I dare too well do , I dare not do . Laf . I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pret- ty wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent ...
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