The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Band 8H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... thought the true one , before I fully understood the paffage . But I have prov'd , that crow - keeper , which poffeffes all the old copies , is the genuine reading of the Poet , in my .49th note on King Lear , Rom . Rom . I am too fore ...
... thought the true one , before I fully understood the paffage . But I have prov'd , that crow - keeper , which poffeffes all the old copies , is the genuine reading of the Poet , in my .49th note on King Lear , Rom . Rom . I am too fore ...
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... thought he had mock'd her , and fays , No , fure , I know better : our dog's name is R. Yours begins with ano- ther letter . This is natural enough , and very much in character for this infipid , prating creature . R put her in mind of ...
... thought he had mock'd her , and fays , No , fure , I know better : our dog's name is R. Yours begins with ano- ther letter . This is natural enough , and very much in character for this infipid , prating creature . R put her in mind of ...
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... thoughts , Which ten times faster glide than the fun - beams , Driving back fhadows over lowring hills . Therefore do nimble - pinion'd doves draw love , And therefore hath the wind - fwift Cupid wings . Now is the Sun upon the highmost ...
... thoughts , Which ten times faster glide than the fun - beams , Driving back fhadows over lowring hills . Therefore do nimble - pinion'd doves draw love , And therefore hath the wind - fwift Cupid wings . Now is the Sun upon the highmost ...
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... thought all for the best . Mer . Help me into fome houfe , Benvolio , Or I fhall faint ; a plague o ' both your houfes ! They have made worms - meat of me , I have it , and foundly too . Plague o ' your houses ! [ Exeunt Mer . and Ben ...
... thought all for the best . Mer . Help me into fome houfe , Benvolio , Or I fhall faint ; a plague o ' both your houfes ! They have made worms - meat of me , I have it , and foundly too . Plague o ' your houses ! [ Exeunt Mer . and Ben ...
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... thought we held him carelesly , Being our kinfman , if we revel much : Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends , And there's an end . But what say you to Thursday ?. Par . My Lord , I would that Thurfday were to - morrow . Cap ...
... thought we held him carelesly , Being our kinfman , if we revel much : Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends , And there's an end . But what say you to Thursday ?. Par . My Lord , I would that Thurfday were to - morrow . Cap ...
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Seite 231 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 17 - Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 123 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Seite 177 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Seite 185 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love, for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Seite 221 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Seite 160 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Seite 261 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Seite 31 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Seite 26 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.