Works, Volume 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... she thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftranger fenfe . Her matter was , the lov'd your fon : Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put such difference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god , that would not ...
... she thought , I dare vow for her , they touch'd not any ftranger fenfe . Her matter was , the lov'd your fon : Fortune , fhe faid , was no goddefs , that had put such difference betwixt their two eftates ; Love , no god , that would not ...
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... She addreffes herfelf to a Lord Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , reftor'd The King to health . you . All . We understand it , and thank Heaven for Hel . I am a fimple maid , and therein wealthieft , That , I proteft , I ...
... She addreffes herfelf to a Lord Hel . Gentlemen , heaven hath , through me , reftor'd The King to health . you . All . We understand it , and thank Heaven for Hel . I am a fimple maid , and therein wealthieft , That , I proteft , I ...
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... she's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your Highness , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use ' The help of mine own eyes . King . Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord ...
... she's thy wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your Highness , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use ' The help of mine own eyes . King . Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord ...
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... She had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor phyfician's daughter my wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour ...
... She had her breeding at my father's charge : A poor phyfician's daughter my wife ! -Difdain Rather corrupt me ever ! King . ' Tis only title thou difdain'ft in her , the which I can build up : ftrange is it , that our bloods , Of colour ...
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... 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 poffeffion of the brideand ...
... 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 poffeffion of the brideand ...
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Page 324 - 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.
Page 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 324 - 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.
Page 330 - 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.
Page 57 - 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.