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... Seems , Madam ? nay , it is , I know not feems ? ' Tis not alone my inky , cloak , good mother , w , 101 Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn Black , Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath , ГБ ГА No , nor the fruitful river in the eye , valon ...
... Seems , Madam ? nay , it is , I know not feems ? ' Tis not alone my inky , cloak , good mother , w , 101 Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn Black , Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath , ГБ ГА No , nor the fruitful river in the eye , valon ...
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... Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in nature , Poffefs it merely . That it fhould come to this ! But two months , dead ! nay , not fo much ...
... Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! oh fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in nature , Poffefs it merely . That it fhould come to this ! But two months , dead ! nay , not fo much ...
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... seem to fhatter all his bulk , And end his Being . Then he lets me go , And , with his head over his fhoulder turn'd ... seems , it is as proper to our age To caft beyond ourselves in our opinions , As it is common for the younger fort ...
... seem to fhatter all his bulk , And end his Being . Then he lets me go , And , with his head over his fhoulder turn'd ... seems , it is as proper to our age To caft beyond ourselves in our opinions , As it is common for the younger fort ...
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... seem to fay fo . Rof . My Lord , there was no fuch stuff in my thoughts . Ham . Why did you laugh , when I said , man de- lights not me ? Rof . To think , my Lord , if you delight not in man , what lenten entertainment the Players fhall ...
... seem to fay fo . Rof . My Lord , there was no fuch stuff in my thoughts . Ham . Why did you laugh , when I said , man de- lights not me ? Rof . To think , my Lord , if you delight not in man , what lenten entertainment the Players fhall ...
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... seems very natural to conclude , that with the change of a fingle letter , our author's genuine word was , Bent ; i . e . drift , Scope , inclina- tion , purpose , & c . THEOBALD . This reading is followed by Sir T. Hanmer and Dr ...
... seems very natural to conclude , that with the change of a fingle letter , our author's genuine word was , Bent ; i . e . drift , Scope , inclina- tion , purpose , & c . THEOBALD . This reading is followed by Sir T. Hanmer and Dr ...
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Страница 202 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit/ and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Страница 240 - 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 ? Sense, sure, you have.
Страница 255 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Страница 27 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 230 - ... stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Страница 165 - 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...
Страница 29 - I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels...
Страница 344 - My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Страница 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Страница 469 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...