The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volumul 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pagina 9
... must fit , and fret , and bite his tongue , look unto the main . War . Unto the main ? Oh father , Maine is loft ; That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept fo long as breath did laft : Man chance , father ...
... must fit , and fret , and bite his tongue , look unto the main . War . Unto the main ? Oh father , Maine is loft ; That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept fo long as breath did laft : Man chance , father ...
Pagina 11
... must I chide outright . Prefumptuous dame , ill - nurtur'd Eleanor , Art thou not fecond woman in the realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compafs of thy ...
... must I chide outright . Prefumptuous dame , ill - nurtur'd Eleanor , Art thou not fecond woman in the realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compafs of thy ...
Pagina 13
... must make merry with the Duchefs ' gold : Marry , and fhall : but how now , Sir John Hume ? Seal up your lips , and give no words , but mùm ! The bufinefs afketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch . Gold cannot ...
... must make merry with the Duchefs ' gold : Marry , and fhall : but how now , Sir John Hume ? Seal up your lips , and give no words , but mùm ! The bufinefs afketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch . Gold cannot ...
Pagina 14
... I a Queen in title and in ftyle , And must be made a fubject to a Duke ? I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a tilt in honour of my love , And A And ftol'ft away the ladies ' hearts of France 14 Aa 1 . THE SECOND PART ...
... I a Queen in title and in ftyle , And must be made a fubject to a Duke ? I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a tilt in honour of my love , And A And ftol'ft away the ladies ' hearts of France 14 Aa 1 . THE SECOND PART ...
Pagina 26
... must have find you your legs . Sirrah , beadle , whip him till he leap over that fame ftool . Bead . I will , my Lord . Come on , firrah , off with your doublet quickly . Simp . Alas , Master , what fhall I do ? I am not a - 1 ble to ...
... must have find you your legs . Sirrah , beadle , whip him till he leap over that fame ftool . Bead . I will , my Lord . Come on , firrah , off with your doublet quickly . Simp . Alas , Master , what fhall I do ? I am not a - 1 ble to ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1753 |
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Pagina 182 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pagina 328 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 119 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Pagina 193 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 119 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.