The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 5. kötetR. Crowder, 1772 |
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8. oldal
... true madness , What is't , but to be nothing else but mad ? But there is no parity of reafon why his Duke here , who is altogether feribus , and moralizing on the qualities of love , fhould tell us , that Fancy is alone the most ...
... true madness , What is't , but to be nothing else but mad ? But there is no parity of reafon why his Duke here , who is altogether feribus , and moralizing on the qualities of love , fhould tell us , that Fancy is alone the most ...
9. oldal
... True , Madam : and to comfort you with chance , Affure yourself , after our fhip did fplit , When you , and that poor number faved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I faw your brother , Moft provident in peril , bind himself ...
... True , Madam : and to comfort you with chance , Affure yourself , after our fhip did fplit , When you , and that poor number faved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I faw your brother , Moft provident in peril , bind himself ...
19. oldal
... true cuckold but calamity , fo beauty's a flower : the Lady bade take away the fool , therefore , I fay again , take her away . Oli . Sir , I bade them take away you . Clo . Mifprifion in the highest degree . Lady , Cucullus non facit ...
... true cuckold but calamity , fo beauty's a flower : the Lady bade take away the fool , therefore , I fay again , take her away . Oli . Sir , I bade them take away you . Clo . Mifprifion in the highest degree . Lady , Cucullus non facit ...
25. oldal
... , if God did all " Perhaps it may be true what you fay in jeft ; otherwife ' tis an excellent face . grain , " & c . replies Olivia . VOL . V. C 66 " Tis in Mr Warburton . And in dimenfion , and the fhape of Nature , WHAT YOU WILL . 25.
... , if God did all " Perhaps it may be true what you fay in jeft ; otherwife ' tis an excellent face . grain , " & c . replies Olivia . VOL . V. C 66 " Tis in Mr Warburton . And in dimenfion , and the fhape of Nature , WHAT YOU WILL . 25.
32. oldal
... true love's coming , That can fing both high and low : Trip no further , pretty fweeting ; Journeys end in lover's meeting , Ev'ry wife man's fon doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i'faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ...
... true love's coming , That can fing both high and low : Trip no further , pretty fweeting ; Journeys end in lover's meeting , Ev'ry wife man's fon doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i'faith ! Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ...
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7. oldal - 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.
26. oldal - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
287. oldal - 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.
143. oldal - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
328. oldal - 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.
115. oldal - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
161. oldal - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.