Works, Volume 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birthright ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
... blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee , and thy goodness Share with thy birthright ! Love all , trust a few , Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Rather in power , than ufe ; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key ...
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... a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage fooner than thy wickedness . Clo . Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & t I.
... a wicked creature , as you and all flesh and blood are ; and , indeed , I do marry , that I may repent . Count . Thy marriage fooner than thy wickedness . Clo . Clo . I am out of friends , Madam , 10 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . A & t I.
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... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend : he that kiffes my wife , is my ergo , friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the ...
... blood , loves my flesh and blood ; he that loves my flesh and blood , is my friend : he that kiffes my wife , is my ergo , friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage : for young Charbon the ...
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... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days foregone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none ...
... blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our remembrances of days foregone , Such were our faults ; O ! then we thought them none ...
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... Blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy flate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King , Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd ,. Thy will ...
... Blood of France ; My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or impage of thy flate : But fuch a one thy vaffal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King , Here is my hand , the premiffes obferv'd ,. Thy will ...
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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.