Works, Volume 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Pagina 3
... thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away ...
... thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have forgot him . My imagination Carries no favour in it , but my Bertram's . I am undone ; there is no living , none , If Bertram be away ...
Pagina 4
... thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's fteely bones " Look bleak in the cold wind ; " full oft we fee Cold Wisdom waiting on fuperfluous Folly , + SCENE III . Par , Save you , fair Queen . Hel . And ...
... thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's fteely bones " Look bleak in the cold wind ; " full oft we fee Cold Wisdom waiting on fuperfluous Folly , + SCENE III . Par , Save you , fair Queen . Hel . And ...
Pagina 13
... thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our 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 ...
... thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our 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 ...
Pagina 16
... thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewell ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth ftretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After ...
... thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewell ; Share the advice betwixt you . If both gain , The gift doth ftretch itself as ' tis receiv'd , And is enough for both . 1 Lord . ' Tis our hope , Sir , After ...
Pagina 17
... , feveral cities fet up for themselves , and became free ftates ; now , thefe might be faid properly to inherit the fall of the monarchy . Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry , Till Honour Sc . 1 . 17 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... , feveral cities fet up for themselves , and became free ftates ; now , thefe might be faid properly to inherit the fall of the monarchy . Creeking my fhoes on the plain masonry , Till Honour Sc . 1 . 17 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.