The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... luft , are not the things they go under ; many a maid hath been feduced by them ; and the mifery is , example , that fo ter- rible fhews in the wreck of maidenhood , cannot for all that diffuade fucceffion , but that they are limed with ...
... luft , are not the things they go under ; many a maid hath been feduced by them ; and the mifery is , example , that fo ter- rible fhews in the wreck of maidenhood , cannot for all that diffuade fucceffion , but that they are limed with ...
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... luft doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor inftructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honefty Go with your impofitions , I am ...
... luft doth play With what it loaths , for that which is away . But more of this hereafter . You , Diana , Under my poor inftructions yet must suffer Something in my behalf . Dia . Let death and honefty Go with your impofitions , I am ...
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... luft fhould be contaminate ? Would'ft thou not fpit at me , and fpurn at me , And hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the ftain'd skin of my harlot - brow , I 2 And And from my falfe hand cut the wedding - ring The Comedy of ...
... luft fhould be contaminate ? Would'ft thou not fpit at me , and fpurn at me , And hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the ftain'd skin of my harlot - brow , I 2 And And from my falfe hand cut the wedding - ring The Comedy of ...
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... luft : For if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being ftrumpeted by thy contagion . ( 5 ) I know you not : Keep then fair league , and truce with thy true bed ; I live dif - ftain'd , thou ...
... luft : For if we two be one , and thou play false , I do digest the poison of thy flesh , Being ftrumpeted by thy contagion . ( 5 ) I know you not : Keep then fair league , and truce with thy true bed ; I live dif - ftain'd , thou ...
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Seite 70 - 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 137 - 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.
Seite 384 - 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.
Seite 295 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 384 - 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.
Seite 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 101 - 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.
Seite 419 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.