The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... fweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam , " The seasons ' difference ; as , the icy fang , And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ...
... fweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam , " The seasons ' difference ; as , the icy fang , And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ...
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... fweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , Leave me not behi ' thee ; But - Wind away , Begone , I fay , I will not to wedding wi ' thee . [ Exeunt JAQUES , TOUCHSTONE , and AUDREY . SIR OLI . ' Tis no matter ; ne'er a fantastical knave of them ...
... fweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , Leave me not behi ' thee ; But - Wind away , Begone , I fay , I will not to wedding wi ' thee . [ Exeunt JAQUES , TOUCHSTONE , and AUDREY . SIR OLI . ' Tis no matter ; ne'er a fantastical knave of them ...
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... fweet Oliver . The epithet of sweet seems to have been pecu- liarly appropriated to Oliver , for which perhaps he was originally obliged to the old fong before us . No more of it , however , than Ros . But have I not cause to weep ? AS ...
... fweet Oliver . The epithet of sweet seems to have been pecu- liarly appropriated to Oliver , for which perhaps he was originally obliged to the old fong before us . No more of it , however , than Ros . But have I not cause to weep ? AS ...
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... fweet , Wit whither wilt thou , my delicate poetical fury , " & c . Again , in Heywood's Royal King , 1637 : " Wit : is the word strange to you ? Wit ? - " Whither wilt thou ? " Again , in the Preface to Greene's Groats worth of Wit ...
... fweet , Wit whither wilt thou , my delicate poetical fury , " & c . Again , in Heywood's Royal King , 1637 : " Wit : is the word strange to you ? Wit ? - " Whither wilt thou ? " Again , in the Preface to Greene's Groats worth of Wit ...
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... fweet Rofalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and fo God mend me , and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous , if you break one jot of your promife , 3 You shall never take her without her answer , ] See Chaucer's ...
... fweet Rofalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and fo God mend me , and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous , if you break one jot of your promife , 3 You shall never take her without her answer , ] See Chaucer's ...
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Seite 448 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Seite 59 - And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, ' It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see...
Seite 246 - 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.
Seite 37 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 68 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 48 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.