The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... art can never ransom nature From her unaidable eftate : we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To ... Thou thought'it to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to thofe that with him live ; But what at full I ...
... art can never ransom nature From her unaidable eftate : we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To ... Thou thought'it to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to thofe that with him live ; But what at full I ...
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... Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the fun fhall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift ...
... Art thou fo confident ? within what space Hop'st thou my cure ? Hel . The greatest grace lending grace , Ere twice the horses of the fun fhall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring ; Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moift ...
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... art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that thou'rt fcarce worth . Par . Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee- Laf . Do not plunge thyfelf too far in anger , left thou haften thy trial ; which if , - -Lord have ...
... art thou good for nothing but taking up , and that thou'rt fcarce worth . Par . Hadft thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee- Laf . Do not plunge thyfelf too far in anger , left thou haften thy trial ; which if , - -Lord have ...
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... thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! -Well , I must be patient ... art a general offence , and every man fhould beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon ...
... thou haft a fon fhall take this difgrace off me ; fcurvy , old , filthy , fcurvy Lord ! -Well , I must be patient ... art a general offence , and every man fhould beat thee . I think thou waft created for men to breathe themfelves upon ...
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... art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knave . This had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was ...
... art a knave ; that's , before me th'art a knave . This had been truth , Sir . Par . Go to , thou art a witty fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1769 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt anſwer Antipholis Arth beſt Bithynia blood buſineſs Camillo Conft Count defire doft doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feem fent ferve fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill ftir ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King King John knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 116 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Página 336 - 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.
Página 330 - 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.
Página 82 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...